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.

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!

What can we expect from Little Turtle in the future? Quite an adventurous and brave wee soul, it would appear.

Indeed he is. Can you believe he almost fell off the top of Clifford’s Tower in York because, even though it was so windy, he wanted his picture taken all by himself? Fortunately, we were able to call a friend in to steady and stand by him. What a good friend! After England, he’ll be heading home to the States; after that, who knows?