Whinnie was given to me by a good friend a year ago. He said he spotted her on the knittercritter stall one day at a craft fair and had to get her as she reminded him of me. Oddly enough, he isn’t the first person to have told me this now.
To look at her, she just exudes character and playfulness and she has the biggest smile on her ALL the time!
For a year, she just sat on my shelf looking down on me, I think willing me to pay her more attention. She once got stolen by one of the dogs here on the farm.
I had to rescue her from the jaws of my landlords retriever, she didn’t like that, so I put her even higher up on the shelf.
And then just as I was packing my bags for my Alderney trip 3 weeks ago, I was sure I heard her cry, so I picked her up and without giving her a second thought, I squashed her into the already overloaded rucksuck.
It wasn’t until I got to Alderney and put my tent up that she got to see daylight again. She kept me company that night whilst I lay alone wondering what I was doing in another Country on my own in a tent without a torch. (For another post). I was rather glad for her reassuring woollen sheep smell she carries about her.
That week she made us many friends. She broke all the barriers, young and old alike, a bond was formed with passer-by’s, even if it was with only a smile. We found that Whinnie was a good conversational starter. Curious people would ask about her and children just loved to hold her, no questions asked.
Admittedly some thought I was a bit nuts’ for carrying a stuffed cow around in my bag, especially when I had to ask people to take a photo of myself and Whinnie together! We got some strange looks, but it didn’t matter to us.
So from then on, a beautiful friendship has formed between us. She reminds me to not take myself and life too seriously. And that in every adult, there is a child at heart.
Besides, who on this earth can resist the love of a quirky looking cow who wears a brown hat?!
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