My friend had a tortoise ... and so did I ... It was the 70's so we were allowed.
You might not believe it but our little tortoises had completely different personalities. Her's was called Fred, he was a lovely little chap who plodded a long, managing to bi-pass her swimming pool (generally).... which is no mean feet when you understand he didn't know how to change direction. Honestly! On a daily basis my friend and her siblings had the job to find the tortoise and turn him around. One day he did plop into the pool, luckily the cover was on so he didn't perish, after which they fenced off the hazard. Lucky little fellow to have a family that cared so much for him!
My tortoise was called Winnie. Now Winnie had a real sense of adventure. We lived in a bungalow in Suffolk, which had a 'C' shaped layout, leaving a tree and a piece of lawn in the centre. A hallway ran along one side and had big windows so we could look onto this little haven. This became Winnie's home...We fenced off the other end to keep her in and keep her safe. .... but Winnie wasn't having any of it! Winnie was a digger and a climber... Winnie was an escapologist and a swashbuckler.
No matter what we did Winnie would go walkabout. Thankfully the word got out in our village and if ever Winnie wandered off over the fields and far away, someone would eventually call and return her to her rightful home.
You would think that a tortoise would not wonder far, or be gone for long... not Winnie. Once she was missing for a whole winter... once she was found 2 miles away. On she would pootle, no matter what got in her way!
I hadn't thought about Winnie and Fred for a long time. Yesterday their little ways came to mind. I was going over my years worth of social media training notes and having a chat with Pam about our search for the next deal. We were both feeling that things are going too slowly for our liking.
Sometimes life feels like a plod, sometimes we need to continue on our journey, watching the scenery pass by slowly. We need to wait for the the pieces to fall in place, to meet the right person, read the right thing, put the plan together neatly. Then suddenly the pace changes and we are speeding along and we wonder if we can keep up.
Have a great day ... plodding along or speeding... whichever... so long as it's towards your goal... so long as you are on your adventure. Enjoy!
Tania xx
