Friday, 30 March 2007

Look what I found on the trail!

I spotted another squirrel. Can you see it?

Victoria had an arcade here but she didn't have any games to play.


Warner's Arms. Now that sounded more like it. I left the girls to get on with following their trail and told them I'd be in the pub.

The Acorn Trail

You can't get lost if you follow the acorns.

The library was closed so I couldn't borrow any books.

What's a chapel of ease? Does it mean they have comfy seats?


This is a memorial stone for soldiers called the Accrington Pals.

Learning a bit of history

I carefully studied the history of AccyLand.

I wondered if they'd left any money behind.

I couldn't read that one but there was a big drop so we couldn't get any nearer.

Gothic House? I wondered if there were any vampires!

Exploring AccyLand

Alcohol control????? Did that mean nobody drinks in AccyLand?

That notice about not climbimg on the railings doesn't apply to wabbits.

I quickly noticed that they seemed to have something here about acorns.

Every landmark had an acorn.

And there were squirrels everywhere!

SHOCK!

These two arrived one morning. They reckoned they'd come all the way from Bavaria and were looking for their Daddy!

Don't look at me.

Oswald Twistle? Who's he?

This place looked interesting.

A sweet factory! It said £1 per person admittance charge but it didn't mention wabbits so that must mean it's free. They had the world's largest pear drop in there and it is VERY BIG, even bigger than Rosie!

Look at all the jars of sweeties. I was really spoilt for choice and wondered how many I could carry.
I wondered if I could steal scrounge some to take to my next foster family.

Trying to look innocent.

A day on the buses

Rosie's husband said it was about time I earned my keep. People are always saying things like that to me. You'd think they would be rewarded enough just by having my company wouldn't you?

He said I could drive one of the town's buses for the day. Now that sounded like fun.

All aboard!

Where were all my passengers?

Fares please!