Living sculptures

It’s the time of the year for one of the teddies favourite outings – Sculpture by the Sea – and they’re anxious that we’ll miss the event.

Sbysea_Dwight in window frameDwight loves Sculpture by the Sea and has been asking over and over again, “Has it started yet? Can we go today?”

“Only the most sophisticated and chic teddies go to art shows,” she reminded us. “I hope they have a small, elegant sculpture with just the right aspect for grot boy to take some new flattering shots for my portfolio, like they did last year.” After a moment’s pause she added, “Of course I’ll allow others to take photos of me too – there are lots of international visitors and I could become famous all around the world.”

Grot boy and I have been delaying our visit as it always manages to be an occasion for mischief and strife. “What would go wrong this year? Who would get into trouble this time? What opportunities for disaster will face us?” we asked, trying to prepare for the worst.

SbyS dominoesLast year, Bobby and Dwight had raced off to play a game of dominoes they’d spied and before we could catch them the whole pack came tumbling down. While grot boy was concerned about the teddies and rushed to save them from being squashed, my urge was to disown them and run away in the opposite direction.

The year of the Trojan horse we made the mistake of visiting the event in the evening, thinking that the moonlight and city lights would make it a more romantic, and safer, time to visit. But the teddies took advantage of grot boy’s and my distraction to play a game of hide and seek. I was the first to notice an unusual silence. “Where is Ccino? Where is Hephie? ‘Peaceful’ quiet always means trouble,” I reminded him.

Sbysea_Trojan horseFortunately, grot boy remembered the horse sculpture and that Ccino had listened very attentively to his story about Troy and how the Greeks had won the war. He immediately suspected this was where we’d find them and reached the Trojan horse just in time to see Bobby and Dwight disappearing up the ladder. Ccino and Hephie were inside and we could hear them giggling and shouting encouragement, “Hurry up, quick, come on before GB and GG find us.”

But none of these mishaps were as bad as the time grot boy and I got into trouble for stealing part of a sculpture. No-one had been around when we carefully sat the teddies on a field of mushrooms for a photo, but then a child spotted them. His cries of “Look! There’s a “living” sculpture. Aren’t they gorgeous?” brought a crowd of visitors.

SbyS mushroomsWe waited and waited while people took photos, proud that so many others found our teddies attractive. But after some time, we had to leave and carefully removed the teddies from their mushroom perches. Now the shouts came from the adults, “Stop! Thief! Hooligans!” We found ourselves surrounded by big burly security guards and it took us hours and hours to convince them to let us go, with our teddies.

Now we’re off to find out what excitement this year’s event will bring.

©, 2014


Back on the bike

Grot boy had waited patiently for my broken finger to heal after my bicycle accident  but he was getting very tired of going out for a ride on his own. While Bobby’s company was very pleasant and amiable, he wasn’t a very good motivator or coach, unlike Billy.

Each week after his ride, grot boy would say, “All the hills are just a little bit steeper and a little bit longer when I’m riding on my own. It’s so much easier when Hephie and Ccino and Dwight are out in front waving and encouraging me to keep up.”

Finally, the cast was off my hand and the doctors declared I was fit to ride. But I wasn’t quite so sure and kept finding a reason to postpone. The first week I explained, “Dwight wants to wash her fur today so I think I should stay home and help.” The next week I deferred again, “Ccino has been very naughty this week and he’s grounded so I better stay home and make sure he doesn’t get up to any more mischief.” Last week I was sure that Hephie was snuffling more than usual and should stay home in bed while I looked after him.

Hephie helping with gearsNow, I had no more excuses, but I had one condition, “I will not ever, ever again ride along THAT bike path.”

Hephie was very pleased to resume our cycling trips and had missed his weekly outing. It allowed him to spend the whole day waving and saying hello to everyone we passed by; and as we waited at traffic lights or crossings he would have a chat and make new friends.

“I’ll help you ride – I can’t quite reach the pedals but I can help change gears and use the brake if your hand gets sore,” he encouraged me.

Helmet on DwightDwight wasn’t as sure that riding with me again was such a good idea. “What if you fall off again? I don’t want to get scratched and bruised or break a bone,” she told us. It was only when grot boy promised to buy her a new bright pink helmet and extra safety gear that she agreed to come riding again with me.

Ccino’s only concern about our return to bike riding was that I would now be more sedate and cautious. “It won’t be any fun if you don’t go whizzing down the hills very, very fast. I don’t want to be stuck on the back of a granny bike,” he declared.

And I didn’t want to be a “granny” bike rider, so off we went, pedalling fast and panting hard to keep in front of grot boy.

©, 2014