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Authors: Annie Murray
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the pocket of her apron. ‘Feather beds… Naked men… Dogs…I feel as if I’ve joined a travelling circus.’
She stumped off to the caravan, her hanky pressed against her nose.
‘Oh dear oh dear,’ Grandpa sighed.
After a moment he went in after her and shut the door. I stayed outside. There are some things grown ups just have to be alone for.
IV.
LOG BOOK
Venice - Venezia
On the map Venice’s big canal looks like a snake, with the water winding through the city it as if it should have a hissing head at the end.
Grandpa says Venice is something you Have To See. I haven’t seen anything yet though and it’s dark outside now. There are crickets round us scraping and scraping. I love it. I’m sure I heard an owl a moment ago as well. I am sitting in bed and Auntie Brenda and Grandpa are getting ready for bed, lumpity-lump as usual! I can only just see and they don’t know that I am writing behind here.
We are parked up at a place called Mestre outside Venice. You can’t take cars into Venice anyway – there are no cars, no roads, only water and boats! Next to the caravan there is a tree which Grandpa has named the Prolific Vegetable. It’s got enormous brown leathery pods hanging from it which he calls ‘locust beans.’ They are really Carob, but locust beans sounds better.
When we arrived there was a tiny, scrawny tabby kitten hanging round the caravan. I’m sure it was starving, it looked so hungry. I asked Brenda if we could give it some milk and the poor little thing drank it all up at one go and then the man from the caravan next door came out and shooed it away. It was so scared and it ran off under the other vans. Just as I was making friends with it! He was a BIG FAT BULLY and I keep giving him DIRTY LOOKS every time I see him. I’ll see if the little cat is there in the morning. Grandpa said, ‘Oh he’ll be back. He knows where the grub is.’
Sometimes I wish there was someone to hang around with who speaks English.
Tomorrow we go to Venice, to see towers and gondolas. I’ll buy post-cards to stick in here. And best of all, we can go to the Poste Restante and see if there are any letters from Mum or Charlotte. I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow!
**
Janey Old Fruit,
I hope you like this card. I got it when Dad took us to a safari park. The lions were amazing! Katy came as well. Next week we’re going to Birmingham for the next round of the dance competition and I bet she’ll win - she’s always better than me. Sulk. :-( Only three weeks left ‘til the end of term - bye-bye Valley Primary and bye-bye smoosh-face Marshall! Hope you’re having an exciting time. Love Charlotte. Xx PS. Don’t go getting more of a tan than me!
**
Golden Yak Lodge,
Kathmandu,
Nepal.
June 28th 1972.
My dearest Janey,
Well, if you and Grandpa are running to time you will have picked this up in Venice. I’m so glad to think of you seeing the place with him. Your Dad and I went once and I remember it as little alleys with coloured houses, crumbling bridges and green water. I‘m sure you are loving it.
By the time you receive this I should be well on my way out into the hills. For now, we are resting up in Kathmandu making sure we have a good team to help us. I’m so glad my friend Roy is with us. He has been trekking and climbing in Nepal lots of times and he seems to know just what to do about everything. I have bought a big woolly jumper here which smells terribly badly of sheep if it gets the least bit damp! I’ll get you something nice too. We have found a Sherpa called Kalsang. He is Tibetan and he says his name means ‘good fortune,’ so I hope he will bring us luck for a safe journey. He will come up with us to Base Camp on Kanchenjunga. We are anxious to begin the journey as soon as possible, to be sure of getting back before the monsoon rains really set in.
Kathmandu is so different from anywhere you can imagine. One day, my love, we shall have to travel here together. It is like being
She stumped off to the caravan, her hanky pressed against her nose.
‘Oh dear oh dear,’ Grandpa sighed.
After a moment he went in after her and shut the door. I stayed outside. There are some things grown ups just have to be alone for.
IV.
LOG BOOK
Venice - Venezia
On the map Venice’s big canal looks like a snake, with the water winding through the city it as if it should have a hissing head at the end.
Grandpa says Venice is something you Have To See. I haven’t seen anything yet though and it’s dark outside now. There are crickets round us scraping and scraping. I love it. I’m sure I heard an owl a moment ago as well. I am sitting in bed and Auntie Brenda and Grandpa are getting ready for bed, lumpity-lump as usual! I can only just see and they don’t know that I am writing behind here.
We are parked up at a place called Mestre outside Venice. You can’t take cars into Venice anyway – there are no cars, no roads, only water and boats! Next to the caravan there is a tree which Grandpa has named the Prolific Vegetable. It’s got enormous brown leathery pods hanging from it which he calls ‘locust beans.’ They are really Carob, but locust beans sounds better.
When we arrived there was a tiny, scrawny tabby kitten hanging round the caravan. I’m sure it was starving, it looked so hungry. I asked Brenda if we could give it some milk and the poor little thing drank it all up at one go and then the man from the caravan next door came out and shooed it away. It was so scared and it ran off under the other vans. Just as I was making friends with it! He was a BIG FAT BULLY and I keep giving him DIRTY LOOKS every time I see him. I’ll see if the little cat is there in the morning. Grandpa said, ‘Oh he’ll be back. He knows where the grub is.’
Sometimes I wish there was someone to hang around with who speaks English.
Tomorrow we go to Venice, to see towers and gondolas. I’ll buy post-cards to stick in here. And best of all, we can go to the Poste Restante and see if there are any letters from Mum or Charlotte. I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow!
**
Janey Old Fruit,
I hope you like this card. I got it when Dad took us to a safari park. The lions were amazing! Katy came as well. Next week we’re going to Birmingham for the next round of the dance competition and I bet she’ll win - she’s always better than me. Sulk. :-( Only three weeks left ‘til the end of term - bye-bye Valley Primary and bye-bye smoosh-face Marshall! Hope you’re having an exciting time. Love Charlotte. Xx PS. Don’t go getting more of a tan than me!
**
Golden Yak Lodge,
Kathmandu,
Nepal.
June 28th 1972.
My dearest Janey,
Well, if you and Grandpa are running to time you will have picked this up in Venice. I’m so glad to think of you seeing the place with him. Your Dad and I went once and I remember it as little alleys with coloured houses, crumbling bridges and green water. I‘m sure you are loving it.
By the time you receive this I should be well on my way out into the hills. For now, we are resting up in Kathmandu making sure we have a good team to help us. I’m so glad my friend Roy is with us. He has been trekking and climbing in Nepal lots of times and he seems to know just what to do about everything. I have bought a big woolly jumper here which smells terribly badly of sheep if it gets the least bit damp! I’ll get you something nice too. We have found a Sherpa called Kalsang. He is Tibetan and he says his name means ‘good fortune,’ so I hope he will bring us luck for a safe journey. He will come up with us to Base Camp on Kanchenjunga. We are anxious to begin the journey as soon as possible, to be sure of getting back before the monsoon rains really set in.
Kathmandu is so different from anywhere you can imagine. One day, my love, we shall have to travel here together. It is like being
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