Blob Thing Meets The Swans of The River Wear

Blob Thing left his Mars Garden and carried on walking.  Or at least being carried around while his person did the walking for him.  It's a good life being Blob Thing.  He could see a river ahead of him and he was happy.  He likes rivers.  He's already walked by rivers and is eager to tell you about those adventures too.  This river, his person told him, was the River Wear and they were walking in a riverside park in a place called Chester-le-Street.  Blob Thought it looked fantastic.  He had enjoyed the gardens and even the tunnel under the road he had to go through to get to the park had been made pretty.

Blob could see birds on the river.  He likes birds but finds them a bit scary.  What if one of them swooped down and picked him up and carried him away?  He likes his adventures but that would be an adventure too far, even for a blob as brave as Blob.  And what if one of the big ones pooed on Blob's head?  How would a blob ever get clean again?

These birds looked friendly though.  There were lots of ducks and Blob especially likes to hear ducks quacking.  He finds the sound extremely funny and every time he hears a quack he feels like laughing.  And then he saw some big white birds with long necks.  Blob had seen such creatures before.  Maybe one, or two, or even three of them.  But here there were so many and Blob found the sight incredible.  How could there be so many?  At one point Blob counted the seventy-eight that he could see.  His person told him that the birds were called swans.  Swans.  Seventy-eight swans.  Blob was amazed and asked if he could go and see them close up.  Would they be friendly?

Blob and his person walked down to a path at the water's edge.  There were some other people there and they seemed quite scared of the swans and didn't want to get close in case they got pecked by the swans' beaks.  They had dropped a packet of crisps and thought that one of the swans was carefully guarding the packet.  How could they get their crisps back from an animal that might be terribly fierce?  Eventually one of the people slowly crept past the swan guard and collected the crisps.  Blob was pleased to see that no pecking happened and that the swan looked particularly bored by the whole thing.

Blob was braver though.  He knew he might get pecked but wasn't afraid.  He knew it wouldn't hurt much and the swans would soon decide that he wasn't good to eat.  So he got close, very close and sat himself down by the swans.

So close.  It felt wonderful to be near such a majestic bird as a swan.  Blob was satisfied.  This had been a good day out.  He'd been to Mars, played chess, and now he was with the swans.  A good day indeed.  He thought after such excitements it must be over.  But his person told him that they were only at the start of their walk.  Blob was amazed.  Again.  There was to be a lot of amazement on this day.

Blob wants to share this picture.  It's of his person.  Blob wants to show her face in his blog.  But she's not quite ready for that.  She's promised Blob Thing that one day soon he can show a picture of the two of them together.  He's happy about that.  He likes being out with his person and enjoys the time they spend together.  So here is Blob's person, including part of her boot.

Blob left the swans, smiling broadly about his experience.  He could still hear the ducks quacking too and he laughed so much.  He walked through the rest of the Riverside Park and decided he would want to return sometime.  There's a play area.  Fields.  Somewhere for his person to buy ice cream.  And out in a quiet corner, a most wonderful sight:  A bucket swing.  Made for sharing.

Blob's views of Chester-le-Street had been raised up high by the whole experience.  He has told his person to go back and explore some more.  And he's beautifully excited.  Because she has agreed.  They will return.

Tomorrow Blob will tell more about his day.  He's got a lot to talk about.  It's going to take quite a few days because the day was so packed.  He knows he is a very lucky blob.  Other blobs - if there were such things and he wasn't the sole member of his blob species - might just be left to sit on a bed or on a shelf and wouldn't get to experience the world.  That doesn't mean Blob's friends are sad with their lives.  They are all loved and have a good time with each other and play lots of games with each other whenever they can.  But Blob knows he is the most fortunate blob in the world.