Time to Say Goodbye

Francesco Sartori may have said it best, Andrea Bocelli may have sung it best (though here at the castle, we prefer Toše Proeski) but none of those chaps ever said it, and meant it, about a wombat.

After his stay at Tattershall Castle, it is time for the travelling wombat to bid us a fond farewell. The travelling wombat tours the world trying to see as much as is feasible for a stuffed, miniature marsupial. So far his travels have taken him as far as Italy, Wales, Ireland and Scotland.

However, the unnamed mammal has assured us the breathtaking views of the Lincolnshire fenlands from the top of the Castle by far top anything he has seen as yet. He was also very complimentary about our audio guide, although he did complain about the lack of decent foraging area. As we all know, the wombat has an above average sized brain for an Australian marsupial, and he has been very helpful is explaining to us all the finer details and references of the House of Bling exhibition.

Some of us have become more attached than others, poor old Clive has been unapproachable all day because of the sense of loss he feels about his departure. Where he goes next, we do not know, but it will be a long time before any of us here forget the little guy.

Clive prepares to take the wombat to the bus stop.