CRABBING

Wilson wanted to take a closer look at the surf pounding on the beach so, removing his Wellington Boots from his ManBag (which I had been carrying, obviously — that's why it's not called an AnteaterBag) he pulled them on and carefully picked his way over the rocks.

A few moments later he returned to get his crabbing net as he'd seen some 'well weird creatures' in the rock pools and wanted to investigate without having to actually touch them or get his paws wet.

Before setting off with his net, he rested his Board on the rocks and sat Antony on it so he could pretend to surf.

This was almost too much for the little guy, and I shall definitely have to pop him into the Brown Paper Bag of Serenity soon, to calm him down!
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The Bees have asked me to remind you that it will be their turn to blog tomorrow, and to celebrate some recent bee-related legislation they're holding a party in the garden, next to the lavender. 

They say that if you know any bees, please tell them they'll all be welcome at the party — drinks and nibbles will bee provided!