Little Turtle is so excited at all the possibilities, he just doesn’t know where to go. Good thing a friend is there to help him decide.
Tag: what a nice friend
Little Turtle prepares to hike Eagle Creek Trail with a friend in the Columbia River Gorge. (He did not leave any valuables in his friend’s vehicle.)
In the absence of anything else to stand on, Little Turtle perches on a friend’s head in front of Powell’s City of Books in Portland, Oregon. (It is a beautiful, magical palace of literature.)
Within five minutes of taking this photograph, Little Turtle:
- wandered through Buffalo Exchange and had a hard time convincing The Girl not to get a shirt dress (she listened in the end)
- was shocked that a random guy on the other side of the street crossed the street and started following The Girl with the opening pick-up line, “I like your purple. Can I have your phone number? I’ll buy you a cell phone!” He did not follow for longer than half a block
- saw a fire truck respond to and put out a fire in a trash can, probably caused by someone dropping a lit cigarette into newspaper that really should have been recycled (and it’s not like there’s no paper recycling on the streets of Portland)
Little Turtle goes for a drive in his friend’s car. He’s not sure how he feels about the passenger seat being on the left. In Shoreham, Sevenoaks, England.
Little Turtle enjoys a tiny Yorkshire Pudding home-made in a mini muffin tin by a friend. It is still, of course, far too big for him.
Little Turtle laps up the last of a friend’s breakfast on the train. It is more than enough coffee for him.
Little Turtle on the train: Bromley to London-Victoria. It’s such a narrow and slippery ledge that he couldn’t stay up on his own, and a friend had to help him. What a nice friend!
