Saturday, January 23, 2010
We walk our dog and son in an area that used to be farmland. In the summer a wilderness shelter appeared beneath a large bay tree. My son decided it must be the Gruffalo's house. He started to find leaves for the Gruffalo to eat and sticks for his fire. Some of the branches from the shelter are still there. But we have never been lucky enough to find the Gruffalo at home. I love the harlequin patterned birch tree. The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler.