Between Christmas Day and New Year's Day, we bears had some wonderful adventures. I am going to let Hanley Bear write about some that involve football matches, while I tell you about visits to Grizzly's grown-up cubs and his grandcubs.
Mr George, who is Grizzly's son, lives in a place in West London called Chiswick. He likes it very much there, as there are lovely parks, walks by the Thames and good buses and trains into central London, but there isn't room for Grizzly and Polar (and us) to stay in his flat, so when we went to see him, Polar booked us a hotel room by the locks at Brentford.
I was very excited to be back there, as I could show the smaller bears where I had been when we brought Uppie down the Thames and onto the Grand Union Canal, which was one of my most thrilling and terrifying adventures. Once you are through the locks, the water is calm and there are smart moorings with houseboats of all sizes. We bears think Mr George should get a boat to live on!
The morning after we arrived, we all sat out on the balcony while I told them about the terrible fast tide on the Thames and how poor Uppie's engine was only just powerful enough for us to turn across it and into Brentford Creek. I thought Endon was shivering with fear but he said he was just cold, because he hadn't packed a sock jumper and hadn't had any breakfast yet.
Polar and Grizzly took us to a café where we helped them to eat Danish pastries and bananas, then we caught the bus into Chiswick. We bears have sometimes had bus trips with Polar and Grizzly and usually, we have to plan the journey carefully so we don't miss the bus, but there were so many along the road to Mr George's flat that we could spend as long nibbling our breakfast treats as we liked and still not have long to wait.
The next stage of our journey was by train to Fulham, where we were going to a football match but, before that, we were having lunch with some of Grizzly's younger cousins and their families at a very smart restaurant in a country club. Polar let us out of our bag for a run in the park where the restaurant was, but not for long, as she didn't want us to get lost.
We had to be very good bears during the meal and decided to stay in our bag, in case other diners caught sight of small furry creatures running about and thought we were rats!
After lunch, we went to see Stoke play Fulham. I am not going to say anything about the game, as I am going to let Hanley Bear write a blog about being a lucky football mascot bear, but here is a picture taken at the end of the game with all of us bears and (from left to right) Polar, Grizzly's cousins Mr Mark and Mr Dom, and Mr George.
After the game, Polar carried us back to the station in our bag, stopping so we could see the River Thames at night. It was funny to think that, if you followed the path a long way upstream, you would come to the place where I was found, near Sonning Bridge!
We had cakes for tea with Mr George, then caught the bus back to Brentford - there were still lots of buses, even though it was a Sunday evening. The canal near the hotel looked very tranquil and there were little wisps of smoke coming from some of the boats' chimneys.
After another tasty pastry breakfast, Polar drove us all to Sussex, where Grizzly's grandcubs live with their mummy and daddy. As soon as we arrived, the smaller one asked Polar if she had brought us, and soon we were all playing together. Hanley and I made Lego aeroplanes (I made a seaplane and Hanley made a jet), while Endon built a narrowboat. After a busy day full of fun, we joined the small cub for his bedtime story, then it was our bedtime too.
Aren't we lucky bears to have so many adventures and such interesting lives?
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