28 July 2010 : Written by A Camping Ninja
With a lock in courtesy of the cows, I thought that it's probably a good idea for me to send a few postcards to let people know where I am. Plus, by way of tradition, I always write a postcard to my Ninja Grand Papa in the ancient ninja language of Ninjaaa (because that's all he understands these days).
D<<a* N**n^ Gr@n@ @ap*,
@aving a lov>ly time a@ay c*mping, but can you gu*ss wh*re I*m sta><>ing on my ho*d*@? @@ere are some lues@
I s*i*f t*@ air and turn to *y rig<t, a*d *a@e a dee> *re@@th, I *an the sm**ll of the fa>m just ne@t @oor.
W*e@ I loo* ahead, with big e*es, I*>e<m tea in fro*t of me. Um*m, yu*m@!
*he m*p@@ing Ni@<:a
For those of you who don't speak Ninjaaa yet, this is what it says...
Dear Ninja Grand Papa,
Having a lovely time away camping, but can you guess where I'm staying on my holiday? Here are some clues...
If I sniff the air and turn to my right and take a deep breath, I can the smell the farm just next door.
When I look ahead, with big eyes, I lick my lips at the sight of the delicious cream tea in front of me. Ummm, yummy!
If I turn to the left I can see the sea in the distance. If you're imagining me running on the beach with the sand tickling in between my little ninja toes you'd be on the right track.
And when I spin right around to see what's behind me, there are stunning views of rolling fields and an old favourite, familiar tent of mine pitched in the middle.
There's only one place I can be. Camping in Devon! One of the many special places that make Great Britain so great.
Wish you were here. No actually I don't, as I still haven't got over the last time we went camping together and you trod in a cowpat and left your shoes next to my bed all night, but if you were staying in one of the caravans in another field, then that would be OK.
Lots of love,
The Camping Ninja