The title of this blog comes from a famous and fabulous poem called The Lion and Albert - it's well known by those of an older generation and those from Lancashire. Written by Marriott Edgar and telling the story of Albert Ramsbottom who visits Blackpool zoo with his parents, the little boy comes to a sticky end when he pokes Wallace the Lion with a stick and is eaten. It begins ...
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert their son.
If you don't know this poem, I urge you to read it (and all the other Albert poems) - you can find it by clicking here - and make sure you do it out loud in your finest Northern accent!
So lions are becoming a bit of a theme in our lives as our little lad shares his name with the cheeky Ramsbottom boy. His Aunt Sally made him an illustrated baby gro with one of her own fine drawings adorning the front. She also brought him his first cuddly toy to the hospital the day after he was born, and Gran Dunlop brought back the lovely hand puppet from a recent trip to Germany.