Our day in Edinbahhh !

Granny Jeans Hoose.

it was a "braw morn the noo" Oops sorry I came over all Scottish, must be in the air up here.
Just look at this sunrise over Edinbahhh, It has the makings of a lovely day all I have to do is get the humans up, they are such sleepy heads especially Marge.

Look the birds are well awake, Phil is downstairs with Granny Jean and he left me up here with "Snoring" Marge. I Wish I could wake her up!

Finally Sleeping Beauty awoke and I got to meet Granny Jean. What a lovely lady she is so kind and considerate. She did ask me to trim some of her garden off.
I could have noshed my way through it but we did not have time so I had to use the croppers.

The high up bits were a problem but luckily Granny Jean had a set of "braw steps" that lifted me much higher than normal so I could reach. The cutting tool was a bit difficult to operate me having only 2 fingers, Its about time the people who made tools showed some consideration for us "Wooly workers"

I was a bit scared being so high up, but I did not want to let Granny Jean down so I just hung on tight and clipped away.

After what seemed like hours I could not take it any more, I just collapsed and had to be rescued by Phil. He said I had done well and picked up the 3 twigs that I had managed to trim down. Marge seemed impressed too.

As a thank you gesture for all my hard work Granny Jean took me and my humans into Edinbahhh on a big "Bus".
Here I am sitting in my own Transport, My "Natural Green Bag" from Trashco.

The Bus was amazing it just went so fast and the driver did not bother who got in his way! cars and moped soon got out of his way I can tell you.
Marge says that this is quite the norm in London and all bus drivers should be shot!

My humans are always raving on about about a book writer called "Rebus" who writes stories about a "polite" man called Ian Rankin.
The main character in the books likes a wee drink and he often uses this place as a watering hole, The Oxford Bar in Young Street

Not being a drinker myself I was not sure what to choose but when I got to the bar it was obvious what I had to go for "Sheep Dip" from IPT.
The Bar Person was quite nice but warned me that there was a Sheep Dog in the lounge, but I found out later he was telling a fib to make me worry.

I must admit the pint of "Heavy" was very nice but it gave me a froth moustache.

Marge and Granny Jean were chatting for ages, all of a sudden the room seemed to swirl round and round.

Oooh, I wonder if its the drink making me dizzy? I could try some more to see if it is the cause!

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Phew that went to my "heed", never mind a couple of Black Coffees and I was bright as a button again.
This is me with the big Soldiers house which is built on a Volcano behind me.
I don't really want to go there because I have heard that when a volcano goes off it can blow your feet off !

This looks interesting, I'm not too sure what this Parrot wants to swap his Corn for but I am quite partial to a nibble off the Cob.
It does give me wind though so Marge and Phil wont like it.

This was a new friend of mine called George, he wanted to take me home but Marge and Phil said I was needed for the journey North because I was good at reading maps and they were worried they might get lost if their "Saterrite machine" battery went flat. George took it well and gave me big hug before we parted.

Granny Jean took us to graze in a pub house number 21 Rose Street.
The humans had Fish, Chicken and Pork meals, I settled for the Thistle Mousaka and it was lovely. Granny Jean could not finish her chipped potatoes so I finished them off for her, she was very pleased with me for that.

I had a sit down on this stone seat and a gust of wind blew my hat off, it was amazing, as soon as it landed people started dropping coins into it.
They are very kind people the Scotrish !

I put most of the money in a collection box for homeless "Ovines" a very worthy cause in my opinion.
I was a bit cheeky and kept a few coins to get myself a genuine Scotrish hat. I do look the "Bees Knees" don't I?

My new hat seemed to breath new life into me and I became a rebel without a cause, I started by jumping on a roof I was not allowed to go on, I felt alive, I felt a new found freedom it was the beginning of a new me!

Then Marge saw me and put me in my place, Well put me in my bag if you must know.
To tell you the truth I am not cut out for this rebel lark, When I was on the roof I was really scared I might fall through and end up in a stew.

I asked in here if They knew the bus times to Granny Jeans, I was quite cross because Firstly they did not know who Granny Jean was
and secondly they did not know what a Bus was!
Its ridiculous all they knew about was fields and Grasslands. What good is that to a well educated Traveller like myself?

Now all Ewe Sheep and Rams reading this;
"This" is a bus stop! Don't bother wasting your time with "Information Centres" Just ask Granny Jean, She knows them all!

I would like to work in that place, it must be full of characters.
I was on my own for a while when Phil crossed the road to buy Marge some Figs, Granny Jean was buying a "Bah Issue"
and Marge went to spend a thruppence, I can't imagine what she will get for that!
I was not scared though my hat helped me blend in with the crowd and nobody took any notice of me.

On the bus we met a wonderful lady called Gladys Hill who lived in a place Called Stirling near Granny Jeans, Gladys was 83 years old and could tell where we came from just by our accents She got granny Jean first attempt. Marge was no problem for her because she sounds quite posh, Phil was a bit more difficult because he is a traveller, but she got there in the end. Amazingly she knew straight away that I was a sheep, all I did was Bahh and she knew, what a lovely lady,

When we got off the bus we had to go to a shop to get Phil some more Beer, Apparently Grandad Jimmy who lives with Granny Jean only drinks Cider and that is for girls!