Algy’s “Best of 2012” Selection of Adventures

As the year draws to a close, Algy has been busy putting together selections of his favourite Tumblr “Adventures” from 2012. He hopes that you may enjoy looking back over some of them too.

He has divided his favourites into three groups, but they are not always so easy to categorize. For example, some of the GIF posts include poems, and vice versa.

Algy would love to know which of his 2012 Adventures you liked best, whether it is included in his own selections or not. He says please send a message to tell him which was your favourite, and he’ll send you a nice reply 🙂

Algy’s favourite stop motion animations of 2012.

Algy’s favourite GIFs of 2012. (Excluding stop motion animation.)

Algy’s favourite poetry and image posts of 2012. (Includes some GIFs.)

Algy settled himself on a bed of last season’s wild iris leaves, beside the burn which runs round the sand dunes to the beach, but he found it hard to concentrate on his reading. The constant trickling sounds of the burn were so soothing (audio post below) …


Algy Receives Some Christmas Presents


Heavy sleet was falling outside, so Algy thought it best to open his Christmas presents indoors. He wasn’t really quite sure what all of them were for, so he consulted his wise new friend from Vancouver, who expressed a very definite opinion about the blue things. Despite his friend’s assurances, however, Algy still had some doubts …

With very special thanks to Stephanie XX

[Algy apologizes for publishing this GIF in a text post, but the photo upload facility isn’t working properly today.]

On Christmas morning Algy got up early to wish everyone peace and joy on Christmas Day. To his special friends around the world he says Happy Christmas! Hyvää joulua! Boldog karácsonyt! Joyeux Noël! Feliz Navidad! Happy Krismas! Feliz Natal! Счастливого Рождества! Buon Natale! Veselé vánoce! Gleðileg jól! May your days be merry and bright! XXX

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

Algy didn’t have a chimney to hang his stocking by, so he hung it up in a pretty little Christmas tree in his friends’ West Highland garden, and hoped that St. Nicholas would understand.

         ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
         Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
         The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
         In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there

[From A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore.]