Friday, 6 August 2010

Missing Theo

Theo has gone to Sweden to hunt for Trolls. To build camp fires. To sleep on pine needles under the bare sky with only clouds as a blanket. He's gone to scare the boatmen. He's gone to catch perch with his bare hands, spear snakes with a spear he's whittled himself and to pick wild berries to eat with fresh cream for breakfast. Theo's gone to Sweden to have a whole lot of fun. But I miss him...