The Adventure Hat storybook

We walked up to the big grey stones in the rain. The hat got soaked and did not care.

Some days you carry an umbrella. Some days you carry a hat and call it an adventure.

Next time we want to see the stones at sunrise, before anybody else is there.

We rode the top of a bright yellow bus past Big Ben, leaning out to see the tower.

The best seat in London is the top row of a bus, and it costs almost nothing.

We hope the little ones remember leaning into the wind above the street.

We found the red phone box on the village green and squeezed inside, one at a time.

Red telephone boxes were not built for taking pictures in. We took pictures in one anyway.

We want to find one more red box before we fly home.