Bowsie's Forest of Dean Adventures

Hallo!

My name is Bonnington. Bowsie and I have been friends for many years. We used to play together when we were very young.

I'm not at all surprised that he's tired. He's had so many adventures this year.

The biggest adventure of all was the day he visited Black Penny Wall Well with Emma and Jane.

As you know, the Forest of Dean is full of Elves and Fairies and the best place to see them is at Black Penny Wall Well.

 

Normally, you have to be very quiet and they can be seen drinking the water from buttercups and talking amongst themselves.

When they arrived this time, however, there was just one blue fairy sat on a stone sobbing.

 

‘Oh Bowsie,' she said 'I'm so glad you've come today.

 

Oh dear, my kettle has just boiled. I'll be back to tell you more later.

 

Salute!

 

Bonnington xxx

The blue fairy was sat upon a stone crying.

 

She heard the sound of a very soft furry foot and looked 

up to see who it was.

 

She was so pleased to see Bowsie that she didn't notice

that Emma and Jane were there, too.

 

'Oh Bowsie, I'm so glad you've come today! ‘ said the 

blue fairy, in a voice like the tinkling of little bluebells.

 

Emma and Jane had forgotten that when they entered a

fairy circle, they could understand every word that 

Bowsie

said. Normally, his voice sounded like two high pitched

squeaks, 'EE EEE'.

 

They were surprised when they heard Bowsie say, 'What

is the matter Bluebell? Why are you crying?'

 

Just at that moment an elf stepped from behind a stone

and said, 'Be careful Bluebell! There are two TALL

PEOPLE in the circle!'

 

Emma and Jane looked around searching for the TALL

PEOPLE. Then they realized that the elf was talking

about them!

 

‘Why don’t you get on with the story?’ said Boddington.

 

‘Which story?’ said Bonnington.

 

‘The story about Bowsie and Bluebell at the Black Penny 

Wall Well in the Forest of Dean. You got to the bit

where Bluebell, the blue fairy, was sitting on a stone

sobbing.’ said Boddington.

 

‘Yes, yes. I remember now.’ said Bonnington, thoughtfully,

‘But why was she crying?’

 

‘You should remember. It was your fault. You are always

poking your nose into things!’

 

‘Should I? Was it? Am I?’

 

‘Dooooh!’ said Boddington, getting very impatient.

 

‘Yes, I remember now, it was my fault.’ said Bonnington.

 

‘Well, why don’t you finish the story then?’ sighed

Boddington.

 

‘I’m tired Boddington. You do it.’

 

‘OK. If you insist. You are hopeless at telling stories

anyway!...’

 

‘As you were saying, Bluebell, the fairy, was sitting on

the large moss-covered stone crying.’

 

She was so pleased and relieved to see Bowsie, but she

could not stop crying as she told Bowsie about what had

happened.

 

 

‘It’s Bonnington,’ she sobbed ‘he’s got his nose stuck in

one of those horrible metal cylinders that the TALL

PEOPLE throw about all over the forest. Nobody can

help him.’

 

‘Is it a beer can? Asked Emma.

 

‘Yes.’ said Bluebell.

 

‘Litter louts!’ said Jane.

 

'Vandals!’ said Bowsie.

 

'You can speak!!!' said Jane and Emma together, ‘and

we can understand what you are saying!!!’.

 

'You can understand me because you are standing in

a MAGIC FAIRY CIRCLE.' said Bowsie.

 

'I can hear the kettle whistling, it must be boiling!'

said Bonnington.

 

'Me too! Sorry, tea-time, must be off.' said Boddington

 

'Me too.' said Bonnington.

 

Ciao

 

Bonnington xxx and Boddington xxx

‘I’m feeling better now after that cup of tea.’ said Bonnington.

‘Me too!’ said Boddington.

‘Get on with the story then!’

‘I will, I will…..’ said Boddington.

Emma and Jane very quickly got over the shock of hearing Bowsie speak.

Bluebell had told them that Bonnington, Bowsie’s best friend (or at least one of them), had a beer can stuck on his nose.

‘Can we help?’ said Emma and Jane together.

‘I was hoping you would say that.’ said Bluebell.

‘Bonnington is down the path in the Spruce Wood plantation. You will find a mossy bank beneath a Sweet Chestnut Tree. You’ll find him there.’ said Bluebell. She had stopped sobbing now that help was at hand.

‘I’ll fly down and meet you there. Once we leave the MAGIC FAIRY CIRCLE you won’t be able to see or hear me any more, but the mossy bank is another Magic Fairy place.’

‘Please hurry!’ and off she flew with a flutter of her gossamer wings.