Bluebells, bluebells, bluebells

Bluebells, bluebells bluebells.  Oh how wonderful to be sitting here in my bluebells.
As you can see,  I am wearing  a special hat  to match my bluebells.   My dear friend Kathy cat made it for me .
She knows how I like to blend in with my flowers .  I think if a seagull flies over me ,  it would not even see me as I am so well hidden.   I am just going to sit here for a little while longer .  I am quite happy here ,  sniffing these beautiful bluebells.
I send you all my very best rainbow coloured wishes, in fact today and today only I will send you some bluebell coloured wishes too !
 Love from your very loyal friend Sherbet Sheepx

Sherbet makes a brand new friend at the seaside

Hello dear friends I am still having a few days rest at the seaside where I am spending  a wonderful time with Sheila Sheep and Mark Mole. It isn’t really the weather for sunbathing. The sun is shining but the wind is blowing a bit too hard and making my wool stand on end. We did go to the beach though and had a lovely walk. I stopped every now and then to help some of the little crabs get back into their crab holes to escape the fierce wind and I was careful not to crush any shells under my feet. 

One of the things I really do love about the seaside is the cry of the seagulls above my head, well, I don’t really mean cry in the sad sense as they were not crying tears but I mean the sound that comes out of their beaks when they speak! It just makes me feel happy. I must tell you all that I made a new friend at the beach yesterday. I was paddling in the sea which I must say was a  little bit cold, and I saw a pretty little fish swimming by.  I put my head under the water and tried to speak to her but, oh dear, bubbles just came out of my mouth so the little fish jumped out onto my hand for a minute and we had a little conversation.  She said her name was Fifi Fish and that she lives a wonderful life,  full of adventures under the sea. She told me she had so many wonderful, little sea creature friends, the kind that I never see at Clover Cottage.  It all sounded so exciting that I told her that I would remember her and make her my new friend and that when I come to the seaside again in the future,  I would come to  look for her again.  Now that I know her name it should not be too difficult. Sheila Sheep and Mark Mole helped me make a huge pile of rocks and shells to mark the spot in the sea where Fifi lived and they promised to visit her often too.  Sheila Sheep told me she would write me letters to give me news of my new friend Fifi.   How lovely to make brand new friends even if she does live quite far far away.