Ay up, everyone! Sonning has asked me to do a guest post for his blog about a great adventure I had in the middle of May, when I went to London with Polar and Grizzly.
I put my best boating bear clothes on, including my boaters belt, but decided to wear my Stoke City badge too.
I cheered up when Polar and Grizzly took me out for a meal in Paddington Basin, along with Grizzly's son, Mr George, who comes up to go to football with us sometimes. We had beer and pizza and caramel ice cream desserts in a nice restaurant right by the canal, but did not stay out late because we had a busy day coming up.
The next day we went to the station named after a very famous Bear, and caught some underground trains across to St Paul's Cathedral. The trains were busy, but people were very kind to Grizzly and offered their seats to him, just as they did on the bus the day before.
When we were near the cathedral, Polar pinned Grizzly's MBE medal on him, which he got for all his hard work campaigning for better train services for our area. Polar explained to me that we were in London for a special church service for people with honours like Grizzly's and because Grizzly's invitation had come from the Lord Lieutenant of Staffordshire, they had decided to bring a Staffordshire Bear with them - but Polar wasn't sure I would be allowed through security!So I hid in the Bear Bag under Polar's walking shoes (she put some smart ones on to go into the cathedral) and, when I crept out again, we were inside! Then I spotted some Yeomen of the Guard, so I hid again in case they were searching for Small Bears without tickets.
Polar wasn't allowed to take pictures during the service, so there aren't any of the speakers, or the choir, or of Mr King Charles and Mrs Queen Camilla, who had seats quite close to us as we were seated under the big dome in the middle.
It was a nice service, with lots of singing by a choir of human cubs, some singing by all the hooms (well, not Polar, because she can't sing and it is very bad if she tries) and some music from the RAF band, who are really good. I waved at Mrs Sarah Mullally, the Bishop of London, when she was doing a nice speech, as I remembered her blessing the boats at Cavalcade last year, but I don't think she saw me as she didn't wave back.
After the service, we only had time for a little bit of a look around the cathedral, and as it was nearly lunchtime, Polar suggested to Grizzly that we have a meal at the Tate Modern Art Gallery, which has a very smart restaurant on the top floor and is across the Thames from the cathedral.
On the way to the gallery, we passed a brilliant memorial to the firefighters who saved St Paul's and lots of other buildings from burning down during the Blitz. I like statues to ordinary humans doing good or brave things and I hope the firemen got honours and special church services too!
I wasn't very brave when we went over the Millenium Bridge, and tucked myself securely into the Bear Bag (with Polar's smart shoes) as it didn't have rails close enough together to stop a small bear falling in the river! But I did peep out for a look at the funny-shaped buildings in the City of London. Polar told me that light reflected from the wedge-shaped one slightly to the right of the centre of the photo once melted parts of an expensive car, which made me laugh!
I enjoyed being up in the restaurant, watching all the boats going up and down on the River Thames, and I had some nibbles of Polar and Grizzly's dinners and most of Polar's lemony dessert.
After we had finished our posh lunch, Polar suggested that we use one of the fast ferry boats to go back towards our hotel, and Grizzly and I thought that was a bear-illiant idea.
I made some new friends on the boat, who were Japanese schoolchildren. They took lots of pictures of me and stroked my fur and were very kind to me. I wonder if they thought I was a sort of Stokie Pokemon?