Paddington, Scout and the Fields of Gold
PADDY: “Oh isn’t it lovely to take a trip to the country, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Oh yes it is, Paddy! I’m just glad that we came here by car though. The country is such a loooong way from the city! Why is it so far away, Paddy?”
PADDY: “I think it is far away to make people want to visit it, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Oh, you mean like when I wish that we were in the land far away that is always mentioned in faerie tales, Paddy?”
PADDY: “Yes, something like that, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Well, all the same, I would have hated to have had to walk all the way here!” *Shakes head adamantly.*
PADDY: “Oh indeed Scout! Even in my comfortable red leather wellies, it would have been too far for us to walk. Our little paws would be so sore! But now we are here, look how beautiful it is!”
SCOUT: “Oh yes, Paddy! It’s such a pretty day with fluffy clouds! It was so grey in the city, but here the sky is blue! However, I am puzzled, Paddy.”
PADDY: “What about, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Well, Daddy said that we were coming to the country to photograph some fields of gold. Where are the fields of gold?”
PADDY: *Looks alarmed.* “You can’t be serious, Scout!”
SCOUT: “Well of course I’m serious, Paddy! I’m always serious except…” *Contemplates.* “Except when I’m not, Paddy! So where are the fields of gold?”
PADDY: “Scout they are all around us! We are standing in the middle of one right now!”
SCOUT: “No we aren’t, Paddy! We are standing in a field of yellow flowers! Where is the gold? I don’t see any gold, only lots and lots and LOTS of yellow flowers!”
PADDY: “But don’t you see, Scout?”
SCOUT: “See what, Paddy? I keep telling you, I can’t see any gold: only big fields of yellow flowers, which Daddy is now busily photographing!”
PADDY: “But these are fields of gold, Scout! These are fields of golden canola flowers!”
SCOUT: “No they aren’t, Paddy!” Shakes head.* “They are fields of yellow flowers, not fields of golden flowers!”
PADDY: “Well, yellow is a kind of gold, Scout.”
SCOUT: “No it isn’t, Paddy!” *Shakes head.* “Yellow is a kind of yellow colour, not a gold colour! If Daddy wanted to photograph these flowers, he should have said he was going to photograph fields of yellow!” *Disappointed.* “I wanted to pick some gold!”
PADDY: “But why, Scout? What would you do with it?”
SCOUT: *Shrugs.* “I’d probably give it to Daddy, so that he could then buy us lots and lots and LOTS of delicious cakes and yummy treats!”
PADDY: “Well that’s very thoughtful of you, Scout.”
SCOUT: "Thank you, Paddy! I know!" *Proud.*
DADDY: “Hullo you two! May I please take your photograph against the golden fields of canola flowers?”
PADDY: “Yes Daddy! Of course you may.”
SCOUT: “No you can’t Daddy!”
DADDY: “Oh!” *Disappointed.* “Whyever not, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Because these fields are not golden! They are yellow! If you ask whether you can take our photograph against the fields of yellow canola, then the answer is, yes you can!”
DADDY: “Oh!” *Contemplates.* “Well then, may I take your photograph against the fields of yellow canola, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Yes you may, Daddy!”
DADDY: “Thank you Paddy and Scout. Alright, when I count to three, say ‘grumbly tummies’! One… two… three!”
PADDY and SCOUT: “Grumbly tummies!”
Camera goes click and whirr.
SCOUT: “Daddy! I have a grumbly tummy! Grumbly tummy Daddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
PADDY: “And come to think of it, I do too, Daddy! Grumbly tummy Daddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
DADDY: “That’s all this fresh country air, Paddy and Scout! Come on, let’s go and visit the winery next door. They have some delicious home made pizzas that we can try!”
PADDY and SCOUT: “Hoorah!”
There is only one place in Victoria that I know of where you where can walk right into the canola fields and immerse yourself in the glorious and bright golden yellow flowers, and that is at the 'Cornella Canola Walk'. In conjunction with the Shiraz Republic Winery and Cornella Brewery just outside of Heathcote in country Victoria, a canola walk has established complete with a viewing platform and walking track through the flowering yellow crop. And this is where my bears Paddy and Scout, and I, went on Saturday.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Paddington, Scout and the Fields of Gold
PADDY: “Oh isn’t it lovely to take a trip to the country, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Oh yes it is, Paddy! I’m just glad that we came here by car though. The country is such a loooong way from the city! Why is it so far away, Paddy?”
PADDY: “I think it is far away to make people want to visit it, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Oh, you mean like when I wish that we were in the land far away that is always mentioned in faerie tales, Paddy?”
PADDY: “Yes, something like that, Scout.”
SCOUT: “Well, all the same, I would have hated to have had to walk all the way here!” *Shakes head adamantly.*
PADDY: “Oh indeed Scout! Even in my comfortable red leather wellies, it would have been too far for us to walk. Our little paws would be so sore! But now we are here, look how beautiful it is!”
SCOUT: “Oh yes, Paddy! It’s such a pretty day with fluffy clouds! It was so grey in the city, but here the sky is blue! However, I am puzzled, Paddy.”
PADDY: “What about, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Well, Daddy said that we were coming to the country to photograph some fields of gold. Where are the fields of gold?”
PADDY: *Looks alarmed.* “You can’t be serious, Scout!”
SCOUT: “Well of course I’m serious, Paddy! I’m always serious except…” *Contemplates.* “Except when I’m not, Paddy! So where are the fields of gold?”
PADDY: “Scout they are all around us! We are standing in the middle of one right now!”
SCOUT: “No we aren’t, Paddy! We are standing in a field of yellow flowers! Where is the gold? I don’t see any gold, only lots and lots and LOTS of yellow flowers!”
PADDY: “But don’t you see, Scout?”
SCOUT: “See what, Paddy? I keep telling you, I can’t see any gold: only big fields of yellow flowers, which Daddy is now busily photographing!”
PADDY: “But these are fields of gold, Scout! These are fields of golden canola flowers!”
SCOUT: “No they aren’t, Paddy!” Shakes head.* “They are fields of yellow flowers, not fields of golden flowers!”
PADDY: “Well, yellow is a kind of gold, Scout.”
SCOUT: “No it isn’t, Paddy!” *Shakes head.* “Yellow is a kind of yellow colour, not a gold colour! If Daddy wanted to photograph these flowers, he should have said he was going to photograph fields of yellow!” *Disappointed.* “I wanted to pick some gold!”
PADDY: “But why, Scout? What would you do with it?”
SCOUT: *Shrugs.* “I’d probably give it to Daddy, so that he could then buy us lots and lots and LOTS of delicious cakes and yummy treats!”
PADDY: “Well that’s very thoughtful of you, Scout.”
SCOUT: "Thank you, Paddy! I know!" *Proud.*
DADDY: “Hullo you two! May I please take your photograph against the golden fields of canola flowers?”
PADDY: “Yes Daddy! Of course you may.”
SCOUT: “No you can’t Daddy!”
DADDY: “Oh!” *Disappointed.* “Whyever not, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Because these fields are not golden! They are yellow! If you ask whether you can take our photograph against the fields of yellow canola, then the answer is, yes you can!”
DADDY: “Oh!” *Contemplates.* “Well then, may I take your photograph against the fields of yellow canola, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Yes you may, Daddy!”
DADDY: “Thank you Paddy and Scout. Alright, when I count to three, say ‘grumbly tummies’! One… two… three!”
PADDY and SCOUT: “Grumbly tummies!”
Camera goes click and whirr.
SCOUT: “Daddy! I have a grumbly tummy! Grumbly tummy Daddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
PADDY: “And come to think of it, I do too, Daddy! Grumbly tummy Daddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
DADDY: “That’s all this fresh country air, Paddy and Scout! Come on, let’s go and visit the winery next door. They have some delicious home made pizzas that we can try!”
PADDY and SCOUT: “Hoorah!”
There is only one place in Victoria that I know of where you where can walk right into the canola fields and immerse yourself in the glorious and bright golden yellow flowers, and that is at the 'Cornella Canola Walk'. In conjunction with the Shiraz Republic Winery and Cornella Brewery just outside of Heathcote in country Victoria, a canola walk has established complete with a viewing platform and walking track through the flowering yellow crop. And this is where my bears Paddy and Scout, and I, went on Saturday.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.