Eight weeks ago he was relaxing at home and his person said, "Hey, let's go out to the woods this afternoon. The weather might improve." Blob couldn't wait. He decided that being out among the trees and the plants would be a fantastic thing. He would love to feel the fresh air on his fur and to soak up the sights and be awestruck by the heights of the trees and by the height of the endless skies above him. So Blob agreed to accompany his person on her trip. They would go to Chopwell Woods. Because it looked nice on a website. Blob hadn't heard of Chopwell before. Neither had Blob's person. This would be an entirely new experience for both of them.
They travelled on the Metro into Newcastle and then Blob's person went on a bus she had never travelled on before. She hadn't even thought of it until that day. Blob looked out of the window as they progressed on their route. They saw thousands and thousands of cars parked outside some shops and many more cars queued up to join the others in the car park. Blob told his person that he couldn't understand why so many thousands of cars would be there or why so many thousands of the cars' people would be inside those shops. It was unthinkable when there was a big world to explore full of those awesome things called trees. Later they saw a river and signs to riverside parks and to footpaths leading in all directions. Blob's person got very excited at the prospect of exploring this bus route properly. Blob got excited at the prospect of being able to go and explore too.
Finally Blob arrived at his destination - or at least nearby because buses don't go everywhere. Blob's person soon decided that she had made an error. When they had left home it was pouring with rain and it felt very cold. On arrival it was sunny and warm and she regretted that she was wearing a coat. But there wasn't anything to be done. Blob was glad that he wasn't wearing a coat. He doesn't even own a coat. He doesn't mind that because he doesn't feel the cold much. Blob doesn't shiver from the chill of a strong wind. And he doesn't sweat in the slightest if it's a hot day.
Blob Thing looked around. Trees. Lots and lots of trees. Big trees. BIG trees. Massively tall. They stretched right to the top of their branches. Blob couldn't wait to touch them and feel the wisdom of their bark. He couldn't wait to sit on a branch for a picture to be taken. Just look at that smile. How can you not smile in such a place?
Blob Thing walked a long way in those woods. He even spent some time sitting by the river Derwent down in the valley. Blob's person promised they would return and she saw a sign pointing to a long walk and said they would be able to explore that too. Seven weeks later Blob is still waiting. They haven't walked that route. And they haven't returned to Chopwell Woods. He waits. And he waits. But Blob doesn't mind waiting. Especially as he has had many adventures in those weeks. He can't wait to tell you about them all and he's going to write himself a list of them so he doesn't get confused and tell you about one of them four times and fail to tell you about another one. That wouldn't do at all. Not for a Blob who likes to be organised.
He had enjoyed the woods immensely. Blob's person enjoyed them too. She has already written a post about the trip to Chopwell. She wrote her post weeks ago, just as Blob was starting to get used to the idea of having his own blog. Blob's person needs to write a list too, because she's been very busy exploring and adventuring. And it's been warm enough that she hasn't needed to wear her special adventure coat the Blob's creator found. If you want to look at Blob's person's words, they're at http://reborn-as-woman.blogspot.com/2016/06/walking-chopwell-wood-derwent-valley.html
At the end of his walk, Blob rested. He was still amazed that so many trees could be in one area and was blissfully rhapsodic about the countryside they had walked through. Blob felt a bit sorry for all those thousands of cars stuck in a car park. And he felt sorry for all those many thousands of people stuck in a shopping mall. Blob's person assured him that they were probably all reasonably happy doing what they wanted to do. But Blob decided they were all crazy and wondered how any shop - even the charity shops his friends had been found in - could be a better experience than walking in Chopwell Woods. Blob thought that, at least on that day, he had experienced the greatest piece of life he could possibly have done.
In Blob's eyes, life is a beautiful thing that happens in a beautiful world. He wonders how people have so often and so successfully turned it into something else. His views may be simple, but maybe they have wisdom. They certainly come from the eyes of a child, full of fascination and wonderment and innocence. Perhaps, with his eyes, he has entered the kingdom of heaven.
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