We, camino bears, decided we had better go along for an authentic test, so we could test out the bear porter and its attachment to rucksack.
We didn't have to exercise too many of our persuasive powers to encourage them to plan a walk, where the half way point was one of our favourite local hostalries, where they serve a mean pint of Woodforde's Wherry - our favourite brew, as many of our readers know.
So here we are, little more than an hour later, enjoying a pint of Norfolk's finest and feeling glad that the rucksack alongside us is not going on our shoulders.
On the return leg of the walk, we hatched a plan. We decided that we should do a bear overboard drill, so we could travel in France and Spain, with the certainly that if we got parted from the rucksack, it would not be for long. And so, about half a mile form where the bearmobile was parked, we staged a parting of bear porter from rucksack, and dropped down into the road.
We fully expected to be parted from our minders for no more than the 10 minutes it would take them to reach the car and find us missing. We were rather surprised then, when over 3 hours later, we were still lying in the middle of the road in our bear porter. By this time it was pitch black and time for bed. We regretted not taking our mobiles with us. At 11.05 p.m. we started to plan for the eventuality that we might be spending the night camping. Gio was confident that a search would be launched for us, and sure enough, 5 minutes later, we saw headlights and a car stopped just short of where we were lying. Out came our minders who gathered us up and took us home to a warm bed.
As we'd managed not to get run over, no harm had been done, and everyone agreed that a valuable lesson had been learned. We're now looking forward to our big trip with a lot more confidence.
Not long to go now.
Lots of love, George, Yorkie & Gio xxx
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