He's going to finish telling you about his epic reservoir walk.
And today he will have completed his equally epic quest to talk about all his adventures from the month of May. This is it. It is over. Tomorrow he can start to talk about his many adventures from June. There are such a lot of them. Blob has been looking back at the excitements of his life and he wonders where he should begin. Should he tell you about his life in chronological order? Or should he pick out highlights that appeal to him each day? Or a combination of the two? Or should he even stick all of the possibilities into a hat and pick them out randomly so that neither he nor you know what is coming next? Blob hasn't decided yet.
There is so much to tell you about. It's not just cafes and walking, although he has to admit that he has sat in quite a few cafes and has enjoyed some brilliant walks. He has met sheep, nearly been eaten by a wolf, conversed with the barnacles, pretended to be a worm, dressed up as a bishop, seen Roman ruins, been to the theatre, fought off a dragon, become a lifeguard, been to a war museum, played on beaches, met Noah, and he even visited the Blue Peter garden. June was a very full month. Blob Thing can hardly believe that he could have done so many things.
But for today there is this. The end of his reservoir walk. Blob was exhausted. But he was very happy. He had seen three reservoirs and he had seen some beautiful places when walking between them. Blob's person has lots of photos of the day and one day she will share some of them on her own blog if she ever manages to get it written. She might manage more posts but there is only one computer and Blob keeps using it for his own purposes. How can Blob's person write her blog when she has to contend with Blob always wanting to use her computer? She may have to get strict and limit his computer use.
Blob and his person left the side of the third reservoir of the day, the only one of the three not to have an amusing name. They were both glad that the walk was nearly over and they wanted to sit and rest. But the path from the reservoir was steep. The end of their walk was at the top of the hill. The reservoir was, like most reservoirs are, at the bottom of the hill, deep in the valley. One final climb and they would have completed their quest. Blob feels that he should have received some kind of reward for his brave questing. A certificate of some kind. Or a badge. But there was nothing except the satisfaction of knowing that he had done a good job and had done it while having to contend with his person's totally adamant nature and her stubbornness in going the hard way round just because a piece of paper told her to. Sometimes she can be very silly.
The path reached a narrow road and Blob followed it back to Entwistle Station, the start of the walk and the end of the walk too. He checked the time the next train would arrive and was pleased to find that it wasn't too long. Entwistle Station was quiet. Deserted. Nobody there. Blob sat on the platform and waited for the train.
He knew that at Entwistle the trains don't automatically stop. It's a request stop. You have to wave down the train just like you wave down a bus. Blob was a little worried about that. He's very small so how would the train driver see him and know to stop? And he hasn't got any arms. So how could he possibly wave down a train? If you look at him you might be able to see the worry showing through his eyes. He was still smiling though. Who wouldn't smile when the day had been so good? Who wouldn't smile in such fresh air and when they could see the countryside and hear the birds sing and could look at the flowers and the trees? How could anyone not smile when there was so much that was staggeringly good?
It wasn't too long before Blob could hear the train and he continued to be anxious about whether the train would stop or whether he would have to wait another hour for the next train to pass. The train appeared round a bend in the railway track. It wasn't going very fast and Blob became more hopeful that he would be able to get the train to stop. He began to jump up and down. The train driver must have seen him because he used the brakes and the train came to a halt at the station. [That's Blob's story anyway. His person has a theory though that the train stopped because she was also on the platform and hailed the train. She thinks that is a lot more likely but doesn't want to disappoint Blob or try to convince him that he hadn't managed to stop a train himself.]
Blob sat on the train and rested. He was very, very happy. He had seen so much that day. He was amazed at his life. He would have been even more amazed if he had known how much better it would become in June. Blob leaned back into the chair and sighed contentedly and fell asleep. He knew that his person would wake him up in time to get off the train in Salford.
One last photograph from the day and from the month. Blob and his person reached the Salford house and at last found a reward. A sofa to sit on. A mug of tea. And a cake. What could be better? The day had been stunning. To finish it with a sofa, tea, and cake was the most excellent and beautiful scenario that Blob could imagine. Just look at him. That wide smile and the face of a friend who knows that life is something to be celebrated.
[1049 words. As always, basically free written without any editing whatsoever.]
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