A pretty sheep arrives in Sherbet's garden !

A pretty sheep has arrived in my garden.  How lovely!
 Maybe she is one of my sheep friends from far far away that I have not yet met. Maybe she came on an aeroplane to visit me here at Clover Cottage.  I certainly do not recognise her.
 She certainly looks like she comes from a foreign land and she certainly does not look like the sheep that live at Greengate Farm.  If my sheep friends from far far away are reading this.  Do  you recognise this sheep?  Maybe she has come away for a holiday without telling anyone.
 She is most welcome here and I will invite her to share my breakfast and all of my other meals,  if she stays long enough,  but I would not like to think that someone out there is worrying about her.  Meanwhile until I can find out who she is,  I will take very good care of her and make sure that she keeps safe and happy.  Love from Sherbetx

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.

Lost strangers in Wiggleway Lane

I woke up to the usual quiet and peaceful morning here at Clover Cottage. All I could hear were the birds singing their dawn chorus in my oak tree and my fruit trees. I sat at my breakfast table enjoying my delicious breakfast of porridge followed by toast, butter and the scrumptious strawberry jam that Pearl made for me. All was calm, as it always is so I was very surprised to hear the sound of what sounded like cars and motor bikes outside in Wiggleway Lane! This, I thought, could not be true as Wiggleway Lane is only a small lane and Clover Cottage is right at the end so only my friends or the animals from The farm ever come this way. I opened my front door and to my surprise I did see traffic. There was a blue van and also a motor scooter. They had stopped by my garden gate and coming towards me were some dogs and cats that I had never met before. 

I said welcome to Clover Cottage and introduced myself. They told me that they were lost and asked me to show them the way to the farm at the end of Wiggleway Lane. They had come from a village far far away and were visiting their relatives at the farm for the first time. I offered them all a lovely mug of hot chocolate in my kitchen and then gave them directions to the farm which they must have already passed but as there is no name on the farm it was easy to miss. How lovely to meet new friends from far far away. I was so glad that I could help them, make them something to drink and show them the way to their destination.