Travel Schlepp Goes to England and Meets a Friend
Willie Leaves the I.O.W.
understanding). But when Master Karl lowered his window and began to chat with a fellow who was handing out tickets, I realized with a start that we were about to drive onto the ferry which runs from the far side of my island–the ferry I’d never seen.
And on we drove. Master Karl parked our car almost right at
the bow of the giant boat. There was lots of noise
Of course, Schlepp expressed his familiarity with ferries, owing
to his previous ride on the Yarmouth ferry,
Once we were under way (and it was a very smooth ride indeed), Master
Karl and Schlepp wanted to adventure out on deck (even though it was raining
We explored the whole upper deck. Schlepp was in his element and Master Karl was snapping photographs every time I looked at him.
I say! This is exhilarating! I thought somewhat surprised at how much I was enjoying myself.
After we’d explored every vantage point and view from the deck,
we went back inside. And, as Caroline had anticipated, we were quite
damp. She toweled off Schlepp and me with napkins and reassured Master
Karl that no harm had been done. I must say, I was glad for my sweater,
but Schlepp, being so furry, seemed perfectly comfortable. In fact,
he looked a little out of place in the
Once we’d settled down inside the ferry lounge, I could see the
I.O.W.--my island, my home--receding in the distance. Once again, the
lady Caroline sensed my dismay, patting my head gently. However, it
I had wondered about this and Schlepp began, excitedly as usual, to recount another of his amazing tales, only this time I actually believed him (which shows how much I’d begun to change since meeting my Americans and their bear).
That caused the furry one to laugh so hard he actually bounced up
and down on the ferry’s bench. (This is not unusual for Schlepp as he’s a
very merry bear.)
So engrossed was I, that my island slipped from sight without my noticing. Suddenly, the ferry’s deep, loud whistle interrupted Schlepp’s story telling. Caroline and Master Karl gathered up their bags and us bears, and we all headed downstairs where our little red car awaited.
Off the ferry we drove into Portsmith – the largest, busiest town I’d ever seen. Master Karl did a lovely job of negotiating traffic and on we traveled toward the East Counties. Caroline was in charge of navigation and seemed very excited about the prospect of stopping at Arundel on our way east, the location of a famous and ancient castle.
So, as Schlepp continued to spin his tales of travel and adventure,
I began to think that maybe, just maybe, I could learn to be at least a little
(Oh dear. I’m taking too long with this story.
We aren’t even at the Castle and Caroline tells me she must go now for her
morning exercise before her office work begins. If you can bear with
me (no pun intended), I’ll try to speed up this tale on the morrow as I’m
anxious to tell you of my first Trans Atlantic flight–well, my first flight
of any kind. Not to mention recounting my first meeting with Master
Large Schlepp and the Hare [whose name is Little Nutbrown Hare, but whom
Caroline calls “Wabbit”] I’ll also tell
you about meeting the DOGS, although I try
Chapter 4 concludes Willie's story.