The BFG (or nearly) is coming up Mount Sinai too

Our BFG doesn't have such big ears! but you can see this one is at home in the sandy desert.

If you could take some person from fiction or film with you to Mount Sinai for friendship counsel and wisdom, especially if it was somewhere you didn't know, wouldn't you be pleased if he reminded you of the BFG?  Our companion for the trip reminded me of the BFG the moment I saw him!  A long thin figure with a friendly rather fine boned face, I noticed immediately that his legs went on further than most people and that his head was a good bit higher than mine.  As well as this, he had a nice quiet retiring quality and the only thing I didn't see was a bottle of frobscottle sticking out of his coat pocket.  The great thing is that he has been to Mount Sinai before and spent time studying many of the great spiritual traditions.  When most young men have a gap year which involves mates, wild sports and kicking their heels like young horses, he spent a year in India with Bede Griffiths, (click to read about him) a monk of whom it is said  that there was no guile and who was the last to see the guile that may have been in any other.  I think the same could be said of the BFG as well as our BFG natured guide.  Tomorrow I may tell you his real name!