Lost!

When you are in a big crowd, if you are not careful, its easy to get lost and then it can be quite scary. As I was surveying the world from the vantage point of my Cactus, I heard the sound of sobbing and, looking around, I saw a very sad looking creature. At first I though it might be a woolly mammoth, but they don't usually frequent Gloucestershire. Regardless of what he was, I decided to go over to him and see if I could help and dry his tears.


His name was Ollie and that he was part of a herd of very rare Gloucestershire Oxen (obviously with some woolly mammoth genes), who lived at the Cheltenham Racecourse, in a place called the Winged Ox. He had gone out to on to the Racecourse to graze on some nice juicy grass, but with all the people milling around the Racecourse he had got himself lost and couldn't find his way home. Ollie explained that this was not the first time he had got lost when there was a big crowd at the Racecourse. After we had wiped his tears he then went on to tell me that it wasn't only him that got lost, but that his whole family regularly had the same problem. This was the reason that he had a label attached to his neck asking passers by to help him and his family to find their way home.

Fortunately I had a festival guide with me that had a map of the festival and was able to guide him back towards the Winged Ox. We walked together towards his home, but before we got there Ollie suddenly recognised where he was and we bade each other farewell.

Just to make sure that he got safely home I followed from a distance, I then discovered that the Winged Ox contained a bar selling a fine selection of Ales and hosted some very good folk music. So later when I was feeling a thirsty I called at our tent and found Bris, Randolph and Benji who I took to the Winged Ox to have a pint and to listen to the music.

In the Winged Ox we bumped into Ollie and some of his family who bought us a fine pint of one of the local Gloucestershire ales.

Love Gio xxxx