Marty hails from Aberystwyth, a small town in Wales. He led a pleasant life there; he enjoyed walks through lush fields, eating spring grass and the feeling of the sea breeze running through his fleece. But Marty wasn’t completely content in his home town. He had a passion for learning and he longed for adventure! So as his new year’s resolution for 2015, he said goodbye to the quiet life and set off on a journey of self-discovery.
He started walking south and though he came upon many a nice field, they didn’t delay him for long. None of the places he travelled through had enough books to keep him occupied. After a few months of wandering, he came upon a town called Hay-on-Wye which was putting on a festival about ideas and stories. He decided to stay a while and check it out.
Marty soon discovered that Hay-on-Wye was a brilliant place for bookish folk. There wasn’t much room in his bindle so for the most part he could only browse the many bookstores, yet at every chance he got, he would sit down with a good book to read. Occasionally he curled up in the corner of a tent and got to listen to some wonderful talks from a variety of his favourite authors, Neil Gaiman, Michael Morpurgo, and Marian Keys. But then the festival came to a close and Marty had spent all his money on wheatgrass smoothies and organic carrot cake. After a few months he decided that although Hay-On-Wye was a lovely place, it just didn’t have enough adventure for him!
Marty set off on the open road again. After a few days his hooves were chipped, his legs aching and he was parched. So he decided to try hitchhiking for the next part of his journey. He slumped by the side of the road his hoof held aloft, watching as car after car zoomed past. No one, it seems, wanted to stop for a single sheep.
Just as he was giving up hope, a black and white mini pulled up before him and the passenger door swung open.
To be continued…