Bertie and Croc have had a busy few weeks. Both have been settling into their new surroundings in their own little, unique ways. Bertie has spent a lot of time exploring his new home, looking out of the window and watching the world go by. Croc has spend most of his time setting up little dens in nice dark places so he has somewhere to hide when he feels unsafe, which not being very good at adapting to change, is most of the time!
With Christmas coming closer Bertie decided to show Croc how the UK celebrates Christmas. Croc still can’t get over how cold it has been. -7!!! He spent most of this day in a particular warm den which consisted of a pillow leant up against a radiator. If he closed his eyes he could pretend that the radiator was the sun and he was back in Darwin.
Bertie and Croc snuggled into a pocket. Croc found a glove he could use to hide in and stay warmer. There was a lot of bouncing around and gentle, rhythmic swaying which usually meant they were walking somewhere. Croc knew they had arrived as Bertie began to excitedly tug at Croc’s glove.
When they both peeked out they could see the candle lit windows of the houses in the town. Through the windows they could make out tables dressed for Christmas day dinner. Stalls lined the streets, lit up, selling Christmas gifts. Bertie sniffed the air taking in the smell of mulled wine and frost which reminded him of Christmas. Croc watched horrified as every small breath left a trail of steam when he blew out.
Bertie and Croc had been taken to a small, historical town in Somerset called Dunster. Every year the residents of Dunster turn off all their lights and light the street by candle light. All the shops open late, people dress in medieval clothing and there is an atmosphere of Christmas under the shadow of the lit castle towering over the town.
This was a completely new experience for Croc and a sense of coming home for Bertie. There was music being played by an orchestra in a band stand and people singing Christmas songs. It began to dawn on Croc that Bertie had really missed this cold, winter atmosphere at Christmas time when he had lived in Australia. As he looked at his best friends face, lit up excitedly in the lights from the stalls, Croc forgot his coldness for a while and decided to join in with his friend in an effort to embrace the Christmas spirit in a Bertie-like way. Holding Bertie’s paw, Croc grinned into the cold night and sang along quietly to the Christmas songs he knew. He felt a warm feeling coming from his tummy and radiating through his body. Croc was feeling the magic of Christmas!