Thursday, 21 April 2011
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Friday, 15 April 2011
Joseph, the brown bear, was bored. He wanted some excitement.
“I must go on a journey,” he told himself, “That’s what they do in stories when they want to have an adventure.”
That night, as it was beginning to grow dark, Joseph looked round the bedroom. All the toys were asleep. Padding quietly, he crept out of the bedroom, went down the stairs and into the night outside. He shivered just a little as a few flakes of snow fell on his face.
“My thick fur will keep me warm,” he said.
He gazed about him. The bright orange street lamps looked pretty. The lights from passing buses were even prettier. Yet more exciting were the shop windows which were lit up. He looked into a toy shop and lingered at the window of a sweet shop. He stared at the good in a shoe shop and wondered how humans could wear such articles on their feet.
He walked quickly as the snow fell more heavily.
Suddenly he was aware of a warm, appetising smell. As he sniffed he realised that he was hungry. The toys back in Alexander’s bedroom would be enjoying a midnight feats now. He wished he was there but he had to finish his adventure.
The warm appetising smell became stronger. Joseph stopped and looked up at theewindows of a fish and chip shop. He wished he could go inside to buy some, but he had no money. Anyway, they wouldn’t sell fish and chips to a teddy bear...
He walked on. He was feeling very cold. A passing lorry threw up wet, slushy snow which plastered his thick fur.
“I think I’ve had enough adventure now,” he said, “I’m tired and cold. I’ll go back home.”
He stopped walking and looked about. Where was his home? He had been so busy looking at all the sights that he had not noticed where he was going.
He was lost! He was about to panic when he remembered his story books again. When people were lost in the snow - in stories - they followed their own footprints back home.
That’s what he would do - but his footsteps had vanished. The snow, which was falling fast, had covered them.
“I really am lost,” he said sadly, “ What am I to do now. Perhaps someone will recognise me and take me home.”
He shook his head. That was a silly thought. No one outside of Alexander’s bedroom knew him.
As he stood wondering what to do he noticed that the traffic was no longer passing by. There were no people in the street. Lights were going out in the houses as people went to bed.
“They are all warm and well-fed and comfortable,” said Joseph miserably, “ I’m cold and tired and hungry - and lost. They are all in their cosy beds.”
Not knowing what to do, he wandered about until he arrived outside a bicycle shop. Near the door was a large, empty cardboard box.
“If I go into that I might be able to keep warm,” he muttered.
But he was wrong! All night he huddled inside the box - and all night he shivered.
“Even my thick fur won’t keep out the cold, ‘ he clattered.
Finally, after a very long night, daylight came. As he peeped out of the shelter Joseph saw a man approaching. A big blue bag hung from his shoulder.
“A postman!” muttered Joseph. He became excited. “ It’s the postman who brings the letters to Alexander’s house. Now I know what to do!”
He crept out of the box and stretched his cramped limbs. Then he watched the postman making deliveries. Carefully, he followed the man.
Soon they were outside the gate of Alexander’s house. While the postman searched for letters in his bag, Joseph crept past him. He hurried to the front door and waited.
A moment later the postman walked up the path.
“What have we here?” he said when he saw the shivering teddy bear, “You look as if you could do with a warm!”
He rang the doorbell. When Alexander opened the door the man nodded towards Joseph.
“You’d think he’d been out all night, “ he said, “ He lives here doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” said Alexander, “Thank you for letting me know he was out here.”
He picked Joseph up.
“ I wonder how you got out and where you’ve been,” he said, “ Wherever it was - I’m very pleased to see you back again. Now you must come and get yourself warm.”
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Friday, 8 April 2011
Then one day shortly before the summer holidays in 1994, just before my ninth birthday I came home to find not a letter in Silver's grubby, much loved paws, but an entire book! In an old, unused diary, Grandad had painstakingly copied out by hand some my favourite stories and collected them up for me to keep for ever. Above is the dedication.
Since that day the book, called ' The Royal Pool and Other Stories', has been on my shelf in every house and studio I've lived and worked in and even traveled with me when I ( very briefly - another story) studied at university in North Wales.