It’s taken him (them) over a week but AnElephantCant have come up with this ditty about our sail doon the watter, into the deep grey yonder of Loch Long, on the Waverley, and how we sought refreshment and shelter in one of the bars.

AnElephantCant claim he’s a sailor
He doesn’t handle deep water too bravely
He is not keen on boats
Or anything that floats
But he loves a trip with his chums on The Waverley
He is not built for most modes of transport
Not being what you’d call streamlined
He does prefer paddles
To bicycle saddles
Which cannot cope with his wobbly behind
An evening with friends on The Waverley
Meandering round isle and up loch
Seeing bens clad in heather
Ignoring the weather
Is like life in a magic pibroch
We retire inside for refreshments
After two hours we all feel a bit drouthy
We sit for a while there
With no sign of Smiler
He always flees when Rab gets out his moothie
Now it’s true there have sometimes been hiccups
Though the engines run smoothly as clocks
With no yellow marking
It is tricky parking
Or you end up with Scotch on the Rocks
The passengers are locals and tourists
So interesting to study behaviourally
We are calling it time
We have no more rhyme
Just our thanks for the Paddle Steamer Waverley.
Brian also sends these photos from the trip, although the one of the Waverley at Helensburgh Pier which also features a pigeon, must have been taken on a different day (or perhaps different summer) because the sun seems to be making an appearance!
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Also, as I mentioned recently Brian and Phil did a five minute theatre presentation with some special needs kids in East Kilbride based on Brian’s book Jack the Little Giant and the Clock Tower. Click here to view a performance of that.
Brian is the narrator.
I’m thinking another kids’ author, Doctor Seuss here.
The Prat in the Hat?
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