Hi, it’s Harry Silhouetteof-Wolfhowlingonthehill. Green and Grey are spending some time together today, enjoying the springish sunshine we’re enjoying. I was asked to do the blog today because I’ve been rabbiting on about watching Fantastic Mr. Fox on Channel 4 this afternoon at 17.50. While we didn’t like The Grey film, we think it is balanced by some great pro-animal films.
If you need a warm-up before Mr. Fox, here’s a couple of Grey’s blogs we’ve recently imported into the Greenygrey world, starting off with an epic literary nonsense poem.
We had a good night in Macquarie,
slept well without hearing snory,
had a filling breakfast first thing,
and then it was time to get going.
We travelled slower than the day before,
as our arms ached and heads were sore,
Hat Head was therefore a welcome break,
and my emerald cork hat seemed to wake.
We were ready for a drink by Nambucca Heads,
but quickly left when offered four sambuca reds,
Coffs Harbour looked nice but sounded dangerous,
for those vulnerable to colds and viral illness.
Then my hat seemed to be dragging me on,
as if to a faraway land in a time once upon,
we raced the Pacific Highway to Korora,
even though it meant missing an aurora.
Moonee Beach flashed right past,
with my hat changing gear to very fast,
I didn’t know where we were going,
but the journey certainly wasn’t boring.
Then I saw the beach ahead was green,
I think it was the limiest I’d ever seen,
so I thought I knew what my hat was up to,
and felt it could be this journey’s breakthrough.
As we drew closer to Emerald Beach I was growing ever more apprehensive. My last few experiences of green hadn’t worked out very well. There was our terrible meeting with Smiggin Holes, Lord of the Green; the green ray I’d seen before our awful Swan Lake experience; and then we couldn’t get past Green Point after been boomeranged fromBoomerang Beach.
I thought Green would probably have had much better luck at those places, and maybe I just wasn’t cut out for this solo (originally) epic rambling lark.
Landing on Emerald Beach
My emerald cork hat almost dragged me onto Emerald Beach; it seemed to be growing in strength, and I now felt like it was wearing me more than the other way around!
When I took the hat off I saw it had become invisible apart from the corks.
Emerald Beach has a Deep Secret
I put the hat back on and it pulled me towards a cliff framing the far side of the beach. I looked back at the others, who followed and seemed to share my curiosity.
Out of the corner of my eye,
in the now seemingly distant ocean,
I thought I saw a commotion,
and wondered what it could be.
It was difficult making our way through all the emerald; like struggling through dense jungle. But my hat was a good guide and we soon reached the cliff at the end of the beach.
The hat dragged me on, around the edge of the cliff, until I saw where it must be heading. Emerald Beach had a secret cave.