To the monument

It was a day to get out, thought Teddy. So he did.

But, he didn't know where to go. So he drove. He drove the way to work. Before he got there he saw a tower on a hill, in the distance. He'd seen it before, but without a map, there was no way of knowing what it was, or where it was. Today Teddy had a map.

So, down the road went Teddy. Up the narrow track went Teddy. Past the very keen walkers with backpacks went Teddy, in his car, smiling. And to the monument went Teddy.

It was a monument to one of Scotland's best Gaelic poets, whom Teddy had never heard of. This man held all the poems in his head. Well, there was no school in this area in 1724, so he couldn't read or write! Still became the best poet though.

There's a lesson in that somewhere, thought Teddy, or he would have done, if he hadn't been off chasing a golden ringed dragonfly.

Wandering wondering Teddy.