Blob Thing Talks Socks And Is Thankful For The Tyne Ferry

My person says that I said far too much yesterday.  She says that I rambled and went completely off the topic.  She says that all I was meant to be talking about yesterday was my encounter with the Herma Merma Dragora and that by the end of all my discussions about undersea cities, the lack of legal protections for soft toys, and God her fingers were aching a lot.  My person says that I shouldn't just dictate to her today and that she wants to be able to discuss things with me and then just type a few important words.  But I want to dictate.  It's fun to talk.  And it's fun to watch her fingers.

I suppose I should take pity on my person today.  She's very tired and more than a bit dizzy and would probably prefer to go to bed for the afternoon rather than type something about my adventures.  It's her own fault though.  If she had got up this morning and typed with me then she would have had lots of energy for my blog.  But did she do that?  Oh no.  Today she wrote down a short poem and then finished a verse simple work of art and then wrote a blog about it.  She did that.  Instead of writing my blog.  No wonder she's tired.

I'm going to get on with discussing my adventure now.  I'm not going to talk about eating pufferfish today.  My exciting day joining the walk for refugees was approaching its end.  We walked through the streets of South Shields, tired and hungry and with every cafe and curry house we passed we became more tempted to stop and eat.  If we hadn't known there was a promise of a banquet at the end of our trek we would have succumbed and never made it to the far land of North Shields.

We were tired but we felt good and we knew that the day had been worthwhile.  From this point on it would be an easy walk.  Easy.  Or so we thought.  But we were wrong.  As we passed through the final streets of South Shields we came to a market.  Several people were attempting to sell pairs of socks.  The desperate vendors, obviously struggling to make enough money to feed their fifteen children, kept calling to us.  "Five pairs for three pounds.  Come and get your socks.  Quality socks for quality people."  It made me sad to see how hard the market people were working and the struggle a purveyor of cheap socks has to survive in the land of Shields.

None of the brave walkers bought any socks.  We all had socks on our feet.  Nearly all of us.  I admit that I do not own a single pair of socks.  I have no tights or stockings.  None.  That's not a big worry for me though because I don't have any feet.  Trying to sell me five pairs of socks for three pounds is a fool's game.  I don't need your socks.  I don't have any money either.  I am a soft toy friend of few material needs and I am fortunate enough to have a person who looks after me well.  Now she has my sister to look after too and she's doing a very good job.

My sister is sitting with me right now and she's very happy today.  It's been very windy and she has enjoyed watching the way the leaves move on the trees, how the light turns and changes as the leaves shake.  She has loved the way the wind in the trees sounds like the sea washing against the rocks and she has closed her eyes and imagined herself lying on the sand gazing up at the sky as the cumulus clouds rush past, the gulls talk and the fish and crabs sing their songs in the water.  I think my sister would have enjoyed the next part of my adventure with the refugees and their friends.  I think she would have enjoyed the entire walk.  Maybe my person will take her on that walk one day.  I know she wants to see all the places near Sunderland.  I think she would especially love the roof of the glass centre and it's fun to think of her bouncing and spinning on the transparent roof and jumping up and down with all her might to see if it would crack.  Yes.  We must take her.  I'd like to play on that roof too.  Please person, can we go soon?

I was a bit confused in the market.  We were in one of the major settlements in the Land of Shields.  But there wasn't even one person in the market with any shields for sale.  No swords.  No armour.  Not even a helmet.  What was going on?  This was the Land of Shields and there were no shields.  Hey person.  Can we go to the big Roman fort in South Shields too?  It was confusing and disappointing.  A pair of socks is not a shield.  Of what use is a pair of socks when someone is attacking you with a battle axe?  I admit that socks are quite nice things to wear on feet, if you have such things as feet.  But how would you use them to protect yourself when a barbarian horde is rushing at you with their swords and axes and clubs raised high, shouting out with the fiercest of battle cries? - like the Viking my person saw this morning could have done.

I'm serious.  In such a scenario, what would you do if you only had five pairs of socks for three pounds with which to defend yourself?  I'm not at all sure that if you held up the socks and said, "If you don't kill me and promise to leave my land then I will give you a sock," that the barbarians would listen.  I'm not sure there would be a peace treaty made on the basis of a simple sock donation.  I think with a sock but no shield you would surely be cut into four thousand pieces and the barbarians would celebrate in your castle and drink far more mead than was good for them.

No.  There were no shields for sale in the Land of Shields.  Not that I saw.  Maybe they were hidden in some secret shop.  Maybe the shield and weapon sellers felt too vulnerable in that market square.  Maybe the city had defenders I didn't see and any invader would be lulled into a false sense of security.  They would advance from the sea, laugh at the sock sellers and then be destroyed by an unknown force.  Or perhaps a known force.  The known force I had met on the other side of the city.  Maybe the Herma Merma Dragora could fly up and bear down on the barbarians and destroy their whole army, leaving just three of the smallest of them to take a message back to the barbarian king that the Land of Shields would never be defeated.  I think perhaps it could.  It did seem to be a mightily powerful creature.

I'd better get on before my person tells me off for talking too much. This adventure isn't about socks in the market.  It's about something far more thrilling than socks.  We passed the market and saw something daunting.  We had imagined that the rest of the trip would be an easy walk.  We were mistaken.  It would be an impossible walk.  There was no way to walk from South Shields to North Shields.   Our way was barred by an immense body of water.  This was the River Tyne.  Victory in our quest was snatched from us and we wanted to sit and weep in our defeat.  If we couldn't cross the water we would never reach our banquet.  And going back and buying five pairs of socks wouldn't benefit us at all.  Socks don't make excellent floatation devices.

Our journey was over.  Within sight of North Shields, almost within sight of the banquet.  It was over.  Because we couldn't walk on water.  Even Jesus would have had a hard time getting all of us to walk across the River Tyne.  There was no hope.

But in that time of sorrow came a joyful sound.  The minister who was leading the walk has a way of communicating with his god.  He must have called out because suddenly, there before us in the road, was a ferryman and a ferry big enough to carry all of us across the water.  We were saved.  We would be able to eat the banquet.  And my person would be reunited with her rucksack.  All hail the ferryman for saving the day.

I was so happy to see the ferry and I got my person to hold me so that I could be in a picture with it.  A sturdy ferry indeed.  I had no doubt that it would get us across the River Tyne.  The chances of the ferry sinking were minimal.

And so we all boarded the ferry.  Some of us had to pay a fee to cross the water.  None of us had to part with any of our socks.  I didn't have to pay because it turns out that soft toy friends don't have to pay to cross the Tyne.  We may have no legal protections and we may be treated just as property but there are some advantages to being a friend rather than a human.  My person didn't have to pay either.  She has a magic card that she can use most of the time to travel on a bus.  And her magic card worked for the ferry too.  She showed it to the ferryman.  He bowed and said she was welcome on his fine vessel.

As we crossed the water, my person took lots of pictures to commemorate our trip.  Winefride would have loved this.  Maybe one day we can go again and maybe the ferryman will be just as kind to my person.

Here are a couple of pictures of me.  My person had to hold me very tightly because it was windy and I would never have balanced on the narrow ledge on the ship on my own.  Here you see her wearing two bracelets both of which were given to her by my creator.  My creator even made one of them.  It's got rainbow beads and on it are the words "AUTISTIC PRIDE".  My "Autistic" badge was made by my creator too.  She's very clever.  Anyone who can make me must be very clever indeed.  And now I've got a sister and she's got a beautiful dress and a bow and she's very very lovely.  I love my sister.  I'll post something about an adventure we shared soon.  I am quite desperate to tell you about the policemen!

You can see how windy it was.  Just look at what it did to my dress!

Don't look too hard though.  Please.








One final picture for today.  Here are some of the people we walked with.  An excellent group of people.  I was proud to have been part of the adventure with them and would happily walk with them again.  My person is in the middle of that group.  Most of the other people are refugees, some of whom have lived in the United Kingdom for a while and have built a new life.  Some of them are newcomers.  They didn't want to have to come and live here.  All of them would have preferred to have been able to stay in their countries of origin.  Refugees are not refugees by choice but by necessity.  All of them are glad to be here though.  This is a place of relative safety, of welcome, of freedom.  This is a place where they won't have their lives destroyed by war or persecution or hatred.  Here they can start again.  Here there is hope.  Some of these people have passed through many kinds of Hell.  It's been shockingly difficult.  They must have felt like giving up at times.  But they didn't give up and now they are all thankful for their good fortune in making it here.  Many do not make it.  Some even die in the attempt to be free.

I am proud of each one of these people.  And it was a total honour to be among them.  I want to thank them all for such a beautiful, brilliant day.

So we were able to cross the waters and the ferry carried us all the way to the edge of North Shields.  We had made it.  Just a short walk through that city and we would be at our final destination and would share in a fabulous banquet.  Well, some of us would share.  Some of us wouldn't be able to eat with us.  But I can explain that in my next post.





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Blob Thing Sees Germany, Meets A Lion, And Becomes A Lifeguard

Blob Thing was having an amazing day.  He was walking from Sunderland to North Shields on a walk as part of the activities people in Sunderland were involved with for Refugee Week.  Blob was very happy because he was going to get to see all the things on that route which his person had seen without him a few weeks a few weeks earlier.

So far Blob and his person and all the good people had walked from a bridge over the River Wear all the way to the sea.  Blob thought that was quite a long way but then learned that it was only a tiny distance compared to the entire walk.  North Shields was, as a name suggested, north of them.  Blob Thing bravely said that he would be able to walk all that way and his person promised to carry him if he got too tired.

There are places further away than North Shields.  Blob Thing was quite pleased not to be walking all the way to this place.  He didn't think he would manage such a long journey in one day.  He was also a little confused as how he would walk there at all.  The first part of the walk would be easy enough.  But that would only take him as far as the end of Roker Pier.  After that there looked to be an awful lot of water, stretching out further than he could sea.  Blob Thing didn't want to walk that way.  He hasn't got direct evidence of this but he believes that he would be unable to walk on water.  And he knows that his person would sink immediately.  Walking under the water would be tough too.  Blob wonders how the people of Sunderland expect him to walk to Germany.  Are they crazy in Sunderland?

Continuing on the walk, Blob Thing spotted a covered area and in the darkness beneath there was lots of art.  Every wall in that darkness was painted with a different picture.  Blob likes pictures.  And his person likes taking pictures of street art.  Blob especially liked this door.  He wants to know where it leads and whether it's a friendly lion.  He says it would be a bit scary to use the door knocker in case it was a particularly sneaky lion using a door knocker as bait and as soon as you lift the knocker it would lunge forward and bite you.  Blob Thing, being small, would be entirely eaten with a single bite from a lion.

A frightening thought.  Frightening, yes.

But Blob still would like to knock on that door and gain entrance to the world behind the wall.  A hidden part of Sunderland full of misfits and clowns and mutants and all the magical creatures that have been pushed away from the surface by an unbelieving, unaccepting world above.  Blob says he wants to visit that world.  He knows that there are stories people have written about similar hidden worlds.  But maybe the one in Sunderland is real.  He thinks it's almost a shame that he didn't get a chance to knock on the door.  Almost.  Not quite, because if he'd explored the below world then he would have missed the walk.

Here's a less scary picture.  Blob liked this art a lot.  He wonders how many people walk by without giving it a second thought, without even noticing that it's there.  Blob's person missed it the first time she passed.  And the second time too.  Both times she was walking on the beach rather than on the path above it so she couldn't see the pictures and get excited by them.  She was very glad to have been there to share the artistic experience with Blob that day.

The brave walkers left the path.  Or rather the path left them.  There was no more path to follow and so they had to walk along the beach.  It was wonderful.  Here are a couple of the walkers still holding up the banner.  They didn't hold it up for the entire walk.  There wouldn't have been a lot of point along a deserted clifftop path.  One of the people below is a refugee.  He's been in the United Kingdom for some years building a new life and could tell you stories of why he had to leave his country of origin.  Refugees are sometimes demonised in the media.  They're often portrayed in ways to dehumanise them too so they become just statistics rather than people.  But the refugees on the walk were all very human indeed.  None of them wanted to leave their countries.  They had to.

While on the beach, Blob spent some time trying his hand at a career.  He decided it might be nice if he were to become a lifeguard.  He could just see himself patrolling the beach and decided a beach would be a great place to work.  Blob imagined himself carrying that surfboard down to the sea and going and rescuing people who would be eternally grateful.  He would make an excellent lifeguard.

It was a nice idea.  But even Blob had to admit that it wasn't practical.  There are a few slight problems with bringing that idea to reality.

• Blob Thing can't swim
• Blob Thing can't run across the beach fast enough to rescue someone

and the big problem:

• Blob Thing wouldn't be able to pick up such a big surf board so he wouldn't be able to rescue people with it.

Blob says that doesn't matter.  He likes the idea of rescuing people, of saving lives.  And dreaming about it doesn't do anyone any harm.  There is an adage that says you can do whatever you put your mind to.  Blob Thing says that's a silly adage.  It's quite obviously false and there are lots of things you can't do.  There are lots of things you can do.  But to say you can do whatever you put your mind to is just setting yourself up for failure.

After walking along the beach the walkers found a path again.  They were all feeling a little tired and they were still in the city boundary of Sunderland.  A very long way to go.  The path reached a road and there, to everyone's happy reaction, were two cars owned by friends of the walkers.

The cars were laden with food and drink and everyone was pleased that it was time to stop for refreshments.  You can see that they hadn't walked very far.  Here's Blob at the refreshment stop and behind him you can still see Roker Pier.  This was turning into a most stupendous adventure.

Here's Blob at the refreshment break.  It was good to sit for a while.  Blob's person was really pleased too.  She was able to put her rucksack in one of the cars for the rest of the walk.  Normally she carries far too many things when out walking.  Just this once she would be able to walk free from all of it

Blob was glad that he and his person had met the refugee walkers at the start of the walk they had planned to do.  He was sure that the original plan would have been a good one.  But this was a better one.  He was happy that things had worked out so well.  If they had travelled on any other Metro to Sunderland they would not have met the walkers.  If the walkers had set out a few minutes earlier or later then they wouldn't have been crossing the bridge just when Blob was.  And if the Metro had been delayed at all - which is not an uncommon possibility - Blob would have been walking South that day instead of North.

Sometimes things just work out.  Sometimes there are brilliant surprises.  And sometimes you have to run with open arms into the surprise.  There's a lot of life out there.  But it has to be seen with open eyes and grabbed with eager hands.  That's Blob's view, and he's sticking to it.



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Blob Thing Walks In Unexpected Directions Along The River Wear

Blob Thing has been having a long think about what to talk about.  He's decided that it would be good to tell you about a long walk he went on in June.

It was an unexpected day.  Blob and his person had decided to start a very long journey and see how far they would get before being too tired to continue.  The journey would be from Sunderland to Hartlepool - the river Wear to the river Tees, following the coast as much as possible.  That was the plan but sometimes plans change.  And sometimes that's okay.  And sometimes it's much more than okay.  That day was one of the more than okay times.

Blob and his person caught the Metro to the stop before Sunderland.  It's called St. Peter's and it's named after a nearby church at which you can see the outline of where a monastery stood from the seventh century.  It's the site where Saint Bede the Venerable spent much of his childhood.  Blob's person has looked round the church there a few times - it's full of interesting things and it's a good place to eat lunch.  Blob wants to visit it sometime and he also wants to visit the glass museum that's very close.  On this walk day he went into the glass museum but only to use the loo and didn't get a chance to look at all the glass or to see people making glass.  He wants to go back and Blob's person says that can happen.

Yes.  Plans change.  Blob's plans changed quickly that day.

Blob and his person got off the Metro and began their walk.  They would cross the river Wear at the Monkwearmouth Bridge near the Metro station and then follow the river to the coast before turning right when they reached the sea.  A good plan.  Blob's person was greatly looking forward to it.

But then the plan went completely wrong.  The two intrepid explorers began their epic hike across the river.  Oh no!  Their way was almost completely blocked.  There were a group of people crossing the bridge the other way and Blob didn't know how he would be able to pass them.  They were carrying a big banner too.  Who were these people?  Would they pose a significant threat to Blob?  Would they be evil and want to throw him from the bridge into the river?

Fortunately they were nice people.  Blob read their banner.  "Sunderland Walk For Sanctuary.  Refugee Week 2016."

Blob's person decided they might be friendly.  She stopped and said hello to one of them.  Then the did something very out of character.  She asked if she could walk with them to wherever they were going - or at least for a part of it.  Even though they were all total strangers.  Even though she finds social things very hard.  The people seemed a bit surprised by Blob's person's request but they said she was welcome to walk with them, that having another person would be good.

The walk was to be the total opposite to the one Blob was wanting to do that day.  Instead of walking to the sea and then turning and going south they would be walking on the other side of the river to the sea and then turning and going north.  The walk was from Sunderland to North Shields.  And it turned out to be a fantastic day and afterwards Blob was very very glad that they had done it.  He's already posted about refugee week and the good people he walked with that day.  Now he wants to post about the walk.

Blob was pleased.  A few weeks previously his person had gone out walking.  She had a very good day indeed walking from South Shields to Sunderland along the coast.  She's posted about that on her own blog.  But for Blob Thing it had been a less good day.  Blob's person had forgotten to take him with her.  And he was stuck at home instead of enjoying the world.  He doesn't mind being at home and he's got lots of friends there.  But if there's a chance to be out walking and adventuring then Blob would prefer to be doing that.

And now here was a surprise.  Blob would be walking the same walk or at least a very similar one.  But in the opposite direction.  He was so happy about that.  He'd missed out on something and was now going to experience it after all.  He smiled so widely that the stitches in his mouth almost fell off the side of his face.

The first part of the walk followed the River Wear to the sea.  It's an impressive river.  Blob has seen a lot of it.  He's now followed it on different days all the way from the sea to Durham and one day soon he wants to see some more of the river and walk from Durham to wherever he ends up.  He's quite excited about it.

The Wear near the sea was impressive.  Not only was there a glass centre but there were some very big boats to look at.  Blob's person says that the walk from the bridge to the sea includes the entire solar system.  It starts at the sun and includes all the planets and then ends up beyond them and looking into the darkness beyond.  She says that when he goes to the glass centre she'll show him all the planets and he can look at lots of sculptures too.  They had to walk quite quickly that day but next time they can relax and explore properly.  Blob is quite excited about that too.  He is amazed that he has so many things to explore and so much he hasn't seen.  He wants to see everything.  Everything.  And he's being quite adamant about that so it looks like Blob's person has a busy time ahead of her enabling Blob to see so much.

Here's Blob by the river, looking suitable awestruck by the water and impressed by the ship.

Where the river meets the sea there is a big harbour with massive harbour walls on each side.  Blob wants to walk along those too one day.  The one on the left of this picture is Roker Pier and it has a lighthouse at the end.  The other one was meant to have a lighthouse too but when the walls were being built they ran out of money.  Blob saw a programme recently about Roker Pier and what he would really like to do is go in the lighthouse and climb to the top.  And then he would like to climb down from the lighthouse and follow the special tunnel that runs inside the wall back to the shore.  That would be a very exciting thing.  He doesn't think it would ever happen because hardly anyone gets to do that.  But if the person in charge of Roker Pier ever reads this then Blob asks that you would consider allowing him to have a very special adventure.  Blob says that when he visits the glass centre he wants to walk along the pier too and will be careful not to fall into the sea or be swept away by a big wave.

Here's Blob with the two harbour walls behind him.

And then the longer part of the walk began.  Walking from the bridge to the sea hadn't taken too long.  But there were many miles ahead.  Finally Blob would be able to see things that he hadn't been able to see when he was forgotten.  And he would see them with a group of amazing people.  Some of them were refugees.  They had been through terrible things and were now trying to make a better life in the UK.  Some were people who work with refugees in different ways to help them.  Some were people who support refugees and the idea of cities of sanctuary.  And the organiser and leader or the walk was a Church of England minister for whom social action is a big part of his ministry.  Blob decided he was a very good minister to know.

Here's Blob sitting on the grass.  Behind him is the journey ahead.  He wants to tell you about the journey over the next few days and some exciting and unexpected adventures he had along the way.  He also wants to tell you about Winefride and the policemen and how they nearly got arrested.  [No, that's not true but Blob has a good imagination.]

And here's Blob with the pier behind him.  The first part of the walk was over and already it had been amazing.  One day Blob will walk it again and will spend the entire day just in that little walk section.  He wants to see the glass centre so much.  He wants to visit St. Peter's church.  He wants to explore the solar system and walk the pier and see all the sculptures and the marina and possibly have an ice cream by the sea.  One day.  And that day will be amazing.  The walk day was amazing too.  He can't wait to talk about it.

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Blob Thing Becomes An Activist And Says #RefugeesWelcome

On Monday Blob Thing and his person went walking again.  When they set out they didn't know where they would be walking.  They had three plans sorted.  They could walk from Chester-le-Street along the Weardale way to Sunderland.  They could walk from West Boldon along the River Don and then turn right and walk to the sea.  Or they could start Blob's person's walk from the Wear to the Tees.  They just didn't know.

They chatted about this on the Metro and decided that the last option was best for the day.  Blob's person's knee was not feeling good at all - every step had been painful when walking to the Metro - and that walk would never be too far from a bus stop.  So they got off the Metro at St. Peter's station.  That had been the end point of a walk Blob's person had done a while before, from the Tyne to the Wear.  They had been looking at pictures that morning and Blob said he wished he had been taken on that walk instead of being forgotten at home.  Blob's person was very apologetic about it.

Blob and his person set off.  They knew that they wouldn't reach anywhere near Hartlepool that day but they could make a good beginning.  A hundred metres into their walk they reached the Monkwearmouth Bridge which crosses the Wear in Sunderland.  And there their plans for the day changed.

They met some people crossing the bridge from the other direction.  They were carrying a banner.  A very good banner indeed.  A banner saying something that Blob and his person could both see merit in.  These were obviously good people, walking for a good cause.

Blob was planning on being at a rally supporting refugees that evening at an event where the nasty Mr. Farage was speaking.  He had just that day defended his own political party releasing a big poster that perfectly mirrored Nazi propaganda.  Just as the Nazi's were demonising Jews, Mr. Farage's poster was demonising refugees.

Now he and his person saw these people and asked if they could tag along and be part of the walk.  Happily, they could.  All the way from Sunderland to North Shields - the very walk Blob had missed out on but in reverse order.  He was so excited.  Not only was he going to walk the route (which he'll tell you about another time) but he was going to do it for a good cause.

He and his person talked with a lot of good people on the walk.  Some were there simply to support.  Some worked with refugees to help them here.  Some worked to take aid to refugees who otherwise would starve to death in camps abroad.  Some helped to run charities and projects that would aid refugee socially and practically in the local area.  Blob learned that one man there had been arrested six times for peaceful protests for good things like not having big weapons of mass destruction.  Blob thought that all these people were excellent.

Blob enjoys a rest during the walk.
















And he learned that some of those walking were refugees from different countries.  Some of them didn't even know if they would be allowed to remain in this country or if they would be sent away.  He knew that these people had fled from horrific circumstances.  Some had been through all kinds of hell in their own countries and in their journey to some kind of safety here.

Some of them were Muslims.  And some were Christians.  Blob Thing spotted long ago that people like Mr. Farage don't mention that there are Christian refugees.  He is part of the problem that includes people even worse than him demonising all people who follow Islam.  Blob doesn't think people like that are nice. But the refugees he was walking with all seemed friendly and he was glad to be among them.

He was absolutely amazed by the Muslims who were walking.  It was a long walk for everyone but the Muslims, as part of their faith, were celebrating Ramadan.  During Ramadan, among such things as increased giving to charity, Muslims fast from dawn until dusk.  The walk was taking place on the Summer Solstice and that meant for eighteen hours that day they were not permitted to eat or drink anything.  And yet they were walking too.  Blob thought this was wonderful.

At the end of the walk, everyone was greeted in a church in North Shields and they were all treated to a massive spread of food.  The Muslims were able to take away lots of food too so that they could feast on it when the sun went down.  Blob was very pleased that everyone's needs had been considered so carefully.

Blob and his person ate very well after the walk.










Blob had enjoyed a fantastic day with the group from Sunderland Refugee Week.  He's got lots to tell you about later - including posing with a human dragon, riding on a boat and becoming a lifeguard.  But today this is more important.  Much more important.

Today Blob just wants to say that he things refugees are welcome and that he is proud to be living in a city of sanctuary and to have been walking with people from another city of sanctuary.   Blob Thing is proud of each and every person who he met on the walk.  He's proud of the walkers.  And he's proud of the people who helped the walkers by providing food.  There are a lot of good people in this world.

The day was not over.  Blob Thing was tired.  But he still wanted to get to the rally and support good people there, standing up for something worthwhile.  He will tell you about that tomorrow.

The whole of this week is refugee week.  Across the country good things are happening. If you want to get involved with any of it, the main website is http://refugeeweek.org.uk/   Some of the local events are listed on the site and there are contact details for local people who would know more.

He started this blog just to share a photo a day and say where he had been.

But today he has a message.  Tomorrow he will have a message too.

Today Blob says, refugees are welcome here.





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