When Grann said she was going on a trip, I was not that bothered about going untill she said she was off to Narnia. That defiantly got my curiosity and interest going. What! Where did you say (the ears these days can miss hearing things). Getting on a bit you see. I said I am off to see Jack (C.S. Lewis to none locals) in Narnia. Have you got the wardrobe then?? No we are going in the car to Belfast. Belfast is not that magical to me, but to smaller eyes at certain times of the year it can be.
We arrived in Belfast early afternoon and parked up close to C.S. Lewis square When I say we I mean me, Grann, Ginger (the blanket thief) and the wife (who did not need much persuading after the mention of cappuccino and ice-cream). It was a nice sunny afternoon which was a nice surprise in its self. As Grann can get a bit excited when she goes out (she does not get out that much these days), there was no time for sitting around so off we went to explore. The first thing we saw was the big man himself (Aslan), keeping a watchful eye over all the visitors.
For those of you may not know Grann much, she is one of those people who does not go looking for trouble, but trouble always finds her. After warning her about who to trust and who not to trust, also warning about the turkish delight Grann went on ahead. Around the corner she went and bumped into Mr and Mrs Beaver, when we caught up Grann insisted that we take a photo of her with them both. The smile on her face was like a Cheshire cats grin. So far so good I thought, Grann was managing to stay out of trouble (a first for her), but the day was not over yet. On she went right into trouble!!
The next time we saw her Grann was eating from the palm of somebody’s hand none other than the Snow Queen (curse the pull of Turkish Delight). Grann had just ignored all we said, she does act like a child.
We ran to her rescue to no avail, it was too late she had been thrown to the wolves. The next thing we saw was Mrs Grann E. S. Quare flying through the air towards the open mouth of the wolf. To find out what happened to Mrs Grann E. S. Quare read the next blog!! (cliff hanger).
Now on to my next topic?? Only joking. As the picture shows Grann ended up in the mouth of the wolf, what could we do? We started waving our arms about and shouting (we looked a pair of eejits). This was part of the plan, to distract the wolf so Mr Tumnus could rescue her. It worked despite our best efforts. All ends happily as in most stories. We had a great time at C.S. Lewis square – a nice place to visit. There was a coach load of tourist visited while we were there. If you are ever in Belfast why not call in?