Blob was having ever such a good day. But there was much walking to be done and he knew he was going to be tired by the end. Still, the weather was excellent and he knew that, unlike his person, he was not susceptible to sunburn. There are advantages to being a blob rather than a human. Blob was going to make the most of the weather and enjoy the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the landscape of this part of County Durham.
He doesn't want to say much about the walk and knows he's said an awful lot about the day already. He wants to show you pictures though. This first one was taken right at the start of the walk while still in Chester-le-Street, even before Blob knew that he would be going to such a place as Mars. He likes holes in trees and decided that finding on so early in the walk was an omen for the rest of the day. It is unclear how Blob Thing got so into omens and signs and portents. Maybe it has something to do with his message from the angel. Or maybe he's been reading just the wrong books from his person's shelves.
Blob wants to share this picture. He was amazed at the size of this particular plant. True, it's much smaller than the trees he passed but he was astounded by it and wondered how leaves could grow to be so big.
He especially asked for this picture to be taken because of his happiness that something like a leaf could support his entire weight. Blob finds the world to be a mysterious, fantastically curious place.
Here he is again in the woods above the River Wear smiling and chuckling about having a little rest sitting on a branch. His person couldn't sit there with him. She had to keep standing and didn't get a rest. Blob couldn't decide whether he should feel very sorry for her or whether it was immensely amusing.
Either way, he was happy. The air smelled good, the shade of the trees made the light staggeringly, stupendously soft for his eyes, and the sounds of the birds in the trees filled him with such joy he thought he would almost burst.
He wondered why most people wouldn't experience a wood in this manner, why people are so often unable to find such contentment in the simple things that surround them.
He sat down in a field and looked across the river valley at the view. It was beautiful. So totally beautiful. He could see for miles across the valley, far to the left towards Durham and he was massively excited by what he could see far away to the right of the view. He could see his friend, The Angel of The North and he remembered what the angel had told him.
Blob Thing found something to be very strange indeed. On all the footpaths - except when very close to riverside parks, towns, or some places that he'll tell you about soon - only four people passed him coming the other way.
Blob wondered why? The weather was stupendous. The places were beautiful. The financial cost of seeing it all and experiencing such wonders was zero, nothing. It was all free. So where were the people. Why weren't there more people out having the same happy time as he was. After all, the route he was walking was on not one but two official routes - The Weardale Way and Cuddy's Corse. Where were the people? What were they doing? And why are the shops so full when the stunning places are so empty? He has wondered that while walking in other places too. How can a shopping centre be more exciting than the view he had across the valley?
That's part of the view. Durham International Cricket Ground is in the centre. You probably can't make it out, but just to the left of that wire is The Angel of The North.
Blob thinks that humans can be very confusing creatures. But he didn't mind that there were so few of them. He liked the peacefulness of the day. Blob was as happy as a blob can be.
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