After a while, Auntie Angela opened her eyes and said a prayer. That's what it sounded like to Sweep anyway. It was something like "Oh God, those blue dee kids!" Sweep wondered whether Auntie Angela had been having a dream about some small goats from the Chester area who were shivering in the cold. Whatever it was, it made Auntie Angela do a kind of snorting noise and then get out of her sleeping bag and put the kettle on. Maybe a hot drink would warm up the freezing baby goats in her dream, thought Sweep as he turned over and pulled the covers up again.
Soon after that, the smell of coffee woke Sweep up a bit - and Uncle Bill was stirring too. There was the sound of gentle rain on the roof of the tent, which made Sweep happy - the rain wasn't bad, but it was enough to make those mad cubs go away for a while. Sweep lay there and had a think in his head. "What larks shall us have today?" he thought. If the rain stops and the sun comes out, maybe we'll have a walk down to the big blue wet thing and see what that's like. He asked Uncle Bill, who said yes, perhaps that would be a good idea, as long as there would be shops to buy coffee and perhaps a pastie. Sweep wasn't sure what a pastie was, so he asked Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill said that a friend of his liked them so much and thought they were so fantastic, he'd written a song about them. Sweep thought that sounded very good, and decided he would try one to see how fantastic they really were.
Find out what Sweep thought of pasties in the next episode...
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