...means of transportation for my trip to England. My horses arrived there safely and on time quite recently by hot air balloon, and yesterday enjoyed a very pleasant tour of the sights of London.
There is so much for me to do before I set off on my way. My Validi-Tea Bags are almost packed. I am booked into the Velo C-Tea Service. My staff will be feeling the strain as my flight of fancy leaves. I do hope they will be able to cope during my brief absence.
As you may be aware, Adelaide is now the home of most of the ethereal guests for the royal wedding, several of whom have memorials and even mortal remains within Westminster Abbey. We shall, of course, be travelling in convoy to our destination.
My acquaintance Kate the Great believes a samovar to be a more suitable design for intercontinental excursions. Kate is meant to be windsurfing around the coast of Australia, as you may know, dear reader, but she has decided that a kombi van and a wet suit have been cramping her style. She has been particularly annoyed that much of the east and north west of inland Australia have recently been just as suitable for her chosen form of recreation as the coastal seas.
My own recreational preference is for teas rather than seas, hence my interest in teapottian transportation. The evolution of material life forms, and the movement of ethereal ones, involves hyperbolic declarations regarding vectors in a vacuum, rather than the vacuous hyperbole of vindictive instigations. Designs, of teapots, transportation and educational topics should always make use of the utmost intelligence.
According to the letter I received this morning, the convoy of teapots took off from Richmond Park two seconds ago. They will be travelling into orbit around the sun in an elliptical and apocryphal orbit, high above the Earth and moon, somewhere in the vicinity of Mars, a dish, a cow and a spoon, and should land in Bonython Park by teatime, my time, this afternoon.
Here is some evidence of their outward journey:
Richmond Park
Bonython Park
The teapots are of geodesic proportions, being propelled by the properties of proper tea and an-tea matter. They are piloted by Kepnewtein computational machines, designed and programed by the conglomerate of Kepler-Newton-Einstein Industries. Lord John Russell's grandson does not, I believe, know much about digital determinism but I have been assured that the teapot-tuning is Mozartian and that the polishing of the perturbations will provide me with a very pleasant journey.
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