Hunting Treasure in Heaven

It certainly appears to be heaven here. Our whale friends are not much in evidence today but we have found other pursuits; namely, the pursuit of buried treasure!

Treasure! Yes, we have found a few troves, following clews left by other treasure hunters. Sadly, our "find" rate is about 50%, but we were successful in finding one little hoard that contained a small traveling bear who wishes to be taken to new and exotic places. So far we've taken him out to dinner and photographed him in situ, as it were. At some point we shall find a suitable place to drop him off to continue his journeys.

Speaking of journeys, our traveling guests have all checked out of the Shoppe. I was not present for the denouement, but I'm reliably told that there were screams of horror and frustration right across the globe. With one glaring exception, all of the couples who arrived for a stay at the Grog Shoppe were lovely, lovely people, and even the exceptionals are getting professional counseling from a well-known busybody Agony Uncle who goes on telly to advise people that they're utter failures and don't they feel better about themselves now they know?

In any case, Mr. B and myself continue to be "on vaca" in Paradise for yet a few days more. We have not been successful in finding any more troves, but hope to find a few more today. We have taken the traveling bear to a few new locations but have not found any suitable treasure trove-places in which to leave him, as he is quite large and requires rather roomy accomodations, so we shall continue to look for a place for him. Our dim friends put us on to this hobby - lovely people, if a little slow to get moving in the mornings - so Mr. B and I shall probably embrace it enthusiastically on our return to Bristol.

It's ever so amusing to pretend one is a pyrate whilst hunting treasure - no wonder it's about to become so fashionable what with books coming out and movie sequels and games and whatnot.