Errol Goes To The Paralympics

This is more like it!

I have been on an adventure.

 Here I am travelling on a train, which took me to...

 The Olympic Stadium!

I did have to spend rather a lot of time hidden in a ruck sack for my own safety (it would be very easy for a small sheep to get lost among all those people).  However, I did get to see some of the action.

I also had a look around the Olympic Park.  This is me beside the River Lea with the row barge Gloriana in the background.

This is also in the park, among the flowers, enjoying the fresh air.

It was a baaarilliant day.


Baaaa!

Same old sheep, always bleating

Well, what can I say?  My come back hasn't gone well, has it?  The  humans went away on holiday and didn't take any of us with them.  We haven't been out of the house all summer (and I personally do not buy the excuses about wet weather).

It appears that our humans may have been consorting with other sheep on their travels.

Who the hell is that?


To add insult to injury, we have been relocated into the 'toy room'.

Here we are, all 5 of us, crammed into our new bijou residence on top of a cabinet which we are forced to share with a couple of fans (and not the sort of fans a famous sheep would like to sleep with either) and a telephone.  I am told that this is temporary while the humans decorate our usual accommodation.

Is this any way to treat a celebrity sheep?

At least we have a view.

Baaaa!

It's me!

Relax everyone; it is indeed I, Errol The Sheep. Rumours of my demise have been greatly exagerated.

I know, I know, it's been ages. The problem is, my humans spend such a lot of time on Facebook that it is difficult for me to access the internet these days.

So, what have I been up to?

Well, I moved house last year.

Me and the boys were stuffed into a packing box and left there for some weeks.


A few weeks before the move, I met a nice young lady called Lavender Lamb...


Hello!

Unfortunately, it turned out that young Lavender was a gift for a new baby relation of my humans and she has now gone to live in Birmingham. Sigh.


I have also met some celebrities.



Yes, that is me with Timmy, who appears on television both in "Shaun The Sheep" and his very own show, "Timmy Time". But this is nothing compared to the internet celebrities that I met today!

My humans took me on an outing to North Suffolk by motorbike...


...and just look who I met! Yes, it is Z - North Suffolk's premier blogger. Z blogs every day, which is more than can be said for me or my humans.


Errol meets Z. Also in this photo are the woolly dog versions of two other internet stars, Oz and Lily.



The real Oz (Errol not pictured for fear of being eaten)


I also met Dave (another blogger who manages to blog every day) and who has been helping Z and The Sage to build a wall. The party was in honour of the wall and here I am beside the wall.



An exciting day in bloggy-land.


Baaaaaa!

Moon Sheep dot com

I am now such a huge internet superstar that I get to be on the front of Christmas cards; courtesy of a well known internet card supplier.

Alright, it was only four Christmas cards but it's a start. Only three people will have received these cards however, because one of my humans posted one of them without putting an address or a stamp on it. Good grief.

I haven't been online much just lately, but I keep busy. Rory, Moosey, Idris, Ptolemy and myself have been preparing for Christmas. Wrapping presents;

Dressing up in silly paper hats;


And assisting with decorating the tree.

It's a good job that Christmas comes but once a year.

Baaaaa!

Errol Goes West

Where have I been then?

On holiday with my humans!




We went to a cottage in Gloucestershire.



It was very comfortable.






There was a young lady bear sitting on a bench near the window on the landing.

And ponies in the field at the bottom of the garden.

I was taken for a walk in the Forest of Dean.

I was also taken across the border into Wales, where I visited Tintern Abbey…

…and Chepstow Castle.

I came back from Wales with a new friend…

Idris The Dragon!

Loyal readers (hello Pam and Cheryl) may recall that I myself am named after a dragon (Errol the swamp dragon, from Terry Pratchett’s “Guards! Guards!”) so Sir Bruin decided that a red dragon from Wales would be a fitting companion for me. Her ladyship came up with the name Idris because that was the name of the dragon from the 70s childrens TV Programme, ‘Ivor The Engine’.

Idris and I didn’t always get taken out. Sometimes the humans just forgot us (charming!) but on Thursday and Friday it was raining and as soft toys don’t like to get wet, we had to stay behind in the cottage.

Of course, we did some exploring while the humans were out. We found evidence that someone who is missing an 'r' is running a take-away emporium in my name in the nearby town of Newent.

[You do know that kebabs are made of lamb, don't you Errol? Ed]

We also found a map of Gloucestershire…

…and some pinecones.

The sunshine came out again on Friday afternoon, so I took Idris to see the ponies, but they weren't in their field.

It was soon time to go home. Idris and I said a last farewell to the Gloucestershire countryside as we rode home on the back parcel shelf of Sir Bruin’s car.

When we arrived back in Ipswich, I introduced Idris to the rest of my friends.

Baaaa!

Culture Sheep

My humans went out without me again yesterday. I don't suppose they went anywhere elegant.

My reader could be forgiven for thinking that I sit about all day watching telly.


Or surfing the internet.

And that when I am taken out it is only to the seaside or the pub. However, I have been known to do a bit of culture. Quite apart from visiting Shakespeare's birthplace (as described here) and Ludlow Castle (more here) earlier this year, I have also been to Burghley House and Cambridge (but I've only got around to blogging about it now. It's a busy life being a sheep.)

Time for some culture.

Admiring the sculpture park at Burghley House.

Beside the River Cam at Cambridge.

On the River Cam, travelling past Kings College on a punt.

Enjoying the sights of Cambridge - Mathematical Bridge, Queens College in the background.

When the Cambridge photos appeared on Facebook recently (it's not too late to join the Friends of Errol The Sheep!), Eddie from Egypt asked if that was where I had been to Ewe-niversity. Nice one!

I don't think a sheep has ever graduated from Cambridge. That would make me ewe-nique!

Any suggestions for a suitable subject for a young sheep to study?

Baa!

Sheep beside the sea side

It's amazing what can be achieved if you whinge in public (or at least on the internet). I have been taken out twice this week. I will revisit the more cultured of my two outings at a later date, but on Wednesday I was taken to the seaside.

The beach at Dunwich is a bit stoney, as you can see from the photo at the top. There is a bit of sand, but not much. The picture above is of Dunwich beach with the Sizewell nuclear power stations in the distance.

We spent a bit of time on the beach at Dunwich (getting funny looks from other humans who were probably wondering what a sheep was doing at the sea side).

Later we moved along the coast to Walberswick and walked along the River Blyth. We crossed a bridge...

...and then walked back along the Southwold side of the river. When visiting the Southwold area, it is compulsory to sample the local ale.

Mmmm. Adnams.

We crossed the river again by means of a little ferry boat, but I had to stay inside Lady De Minutive's handbag for fear of being blown away. The wind had got up a bit by this time.

Sand dunes at Walberswick.

We eventually ended up in Southwold, on the pier in a really rather brisk breeze. Here is a picture of me with Southwold's iconic lighthouse in the back ground and Sir Bruin's hand preventing me from blowing into the sea in the foreground.

As you can see, the wind was whipping the waves up a bit. Perhaps I should have brought my scarf with me!

Baaa!