Dear Fern qbnscholar …

Algy wishes you a wonderfully Happy 60th Birthday xoxoxo

Algy has found a very big “bunch” of flowers for you, and hopes that their gorgeous fragrance will be carried on the wind to you, all the way from the West Highlands of Scotland to California :)) He is singing “Happy Birthday to You!”.

And just in case you are worried, Algy would like to reassure you that one of his closest friends celebrated his 60th birthday recently, and doesn’t seem to be any the worse for it 🙂

With lots of very special fluffy hugs, Algy says “Have a wonderful day, and many, many more happy, healthy years ahead!”.


Algy was fed up with falling out of trees in gales, and in view of the fact that his adventures were being featured on galeriedesartsvisuels today, and it was also supposedly the first day of spring, he felt that he had a jolly good excuse to do a Happy Dance. His friend Fern qbnscholar had posted a tempting rumba track on his blog earlier in the day, so Algy decided to practise his rumba… with a few fluffy embellishments here and there. He did his best to get the steps right, but on the windy top of a rock it was a wee bit tricky, and he couldn’t help wondering whether it wasn’t more of a Cha-cha-cha in the event…

Happy Spring everybody (in the northern hemisphere) – Algy hopes that you will all practise your Happy Dances over the weekend :))

Some parts of the peat bog were considerably wetter than others, and in places it reminded Algy so much of his friend Monica’s Louisiana swamp that he kept a wary eye open for alligators… just in case! Algy had never met an alligator, and he had a feeling that perhaps he would really rather not.

As Algy perched on a low, rotten branch which had tumbled across the marsh, he was thinking especially of his friend Fern in California, thousands of miles away. He wanted to make his friend smile, so – realising that his luminous hair probably stood out like “a fiery spark” against the “vast and gloomy dark” of the peat bog in the same way as the Dong’s nose in the forest – Algy began to recite slowly, in his most ominous voice:

          When awful darkness and silence reign
          Over the great Gromboolian plain,
                Through the long, long wintry nights; —
          When the angry breakers roar
          As they beat on the rocky shore; —
                When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
          Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: —

          Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
          There moves what seems a fiery spark,
                A lonely spark with silvery rays
                      Piercing the coal-black night, —
                      A Meteor strange and bright: —
                Hither and thither the vision strays,
                      A single lurid light.

          Slowly it wanders, — pauses, — creeps, —
          Anon it sparkles, — flashes and leaps;
          And ever as onward it gleaming goes
          A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
          And those who watch at that midnight hour
          From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
          Cry, as the wild light passes along, —
                      “The Dong! — the Dong!
               "The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
                      "The Dong! the Dong!
               "The Dong with a luminous Nose!”

[Algy is reciting the first three verses of The Dong with a Luminous Nose by Edward Lear.]