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The puzzle medals

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Bertie and Croc felt quite confused when they left Bideford and headed home. The last time they were here they were part of a massive race! This time they had wandered up and down a track, getting glimpses of a map which they seemed to be following.

They were to find out why the following weekend.

There was an unexpected buzz in the house when Bertie and Croc woke up. There was lots of movement, things being pushed into bags and they found themselves sharing their space with a banana and an apple. Yuk, thought Croc as he pushed the odd smelling banana closer Bertie but more importantly away from himself. Bertie giggled at Croc’s reaction.

They were soon to find out what all the excitement was about when they arrived at their destination and hopped into the pockets of the thin jackets. Bertie felt like he had been here before, and Croc felt like he would rather go home.

They were running another race!

Bertie was practically bouncing out of the pocket with excitement as the whistle went off and he beamed at all the people running alongside him.

Croc felt slightly sick from all the bouncing motions already and sank deeper into the pocket wondering why he had to go through this torture all over again!

It was a warm day and Bertie was very pleased when he saw a water station and was able to catch some of the cool water to brush against his fur. He looked over to Croc but he was no where to be seen. Bertie knew he was in the pocket of the jacket still as he could see a Croc shaped lump deep in the pocket. “Oh dear” Thought Bertie. “Croc isn’t enjoying this!”

When the bouncing finally stopped and Bertie and Croc were carefully placed on the back seat of the car, they were proud new owners of two shiny medals. When they got home Bertie dashed to inspect the medal they already had and compare the two. An exhausted Croc stumbled after him. Struggling to lift his tired feet and carrying his heavy medal, Croc tripped and the medal went rolling along the ground nearly running Bertie over. Bertie dropped his medals in shock and then looked down even more surprised! The two medals fit together like a puzzle……and they made a picture. One of the very bridge they had been looking at last week and the tunnels they had run through when they were doing the half marathon!

Hop to it!


When we last left Bertie and Croc, Croc was in a ring of golden chickens and Bertie was trying to wake him….

Bertie gave in. He picked up a bell which was also lying on the windowsill, covered his bear ears as much as he could and threw it on the floor. Croc woke with a start! Stopped, looked in shock at Bertie and then the ring of chicks.

Now Bertie had heard that Crocodiles can move at quite fast speeds, but he had never seen it until now. Before Bertie could blink Croc was beside him, shaking slightly and looking slightly dazed.

Bertie giggled. “Have you missed me?” He asked. Croc looked surprised. He hadn’t even noticed Bertie had been gone he was far too busy dozing in the mid summers light! Bertie wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel insulted. It was then he felt a slight nudge behind him and slowly turning around, he looked up into the face of a small, fluffy rabbit.

“Erm…..excuse me.” Said a soft voice to the shocked looking friends. “I’m wondering if you could show me how to get out there” The fluffy, orange carrot was no longer sat on the windowsill. In it’s place was a small, fluffy rabbit. The rabbiy pointed with his nose to the window. Bertie and Croc looked at each other. “You see”, said the rabbit, “I am the Easter Bunny, and I have quite a busy day ahead of me. So if you wouldn’t mind, could we hop to it!”

Bertie and Croc leapt into action. They helped the bunny down off the windowsill by providing a soft landing for him using a pillow. They carefully, crawled down the stairs. The bunny stopped on the top step and then did something which shocked both bears. He wrapped his ears around himself, until he looked like a small, rugby ball and rolled down the stairs! He bounced right out of the door.

“Thank you!” He shouted as he disappeared round the corner and towards the open fields, “and Happy Easter!”

Easter? Thought Bertie and Croc, what’s that? Croc shrugged and made his way back upstairs, feeling quite relieved he now had more space to chase the sunlight on the windowsill now that the bunny was gone.

An Easter Adventure


Bertie was quite relieved to be heading back home after his solo adventure. He knew he was heading home because the gentle hum of the car’s engine had gone on long enough for him to fall asleep to it. He woke up, as most people do, when the engine hum finally stopped.
“Oh my!” Thought Bertie, “I wonder what Croc will think to my adventure? Will he be annoyed I have left him alone? I do hope he isn’t upset.” So many questions entered his already stuffed brain as he was carried up the stairs and back to his resting place on the wide wooden windowsill.

As he carefully climbed out of the bag, waiting to see Croc’s reaction he bumped into a small, orange, fluffy, fat CARROT. He leapt back into the bag in shock! What was that??? And more importantly where was Croc?

Bertie took a BIG breath, knowing his friend was out there somewhere probably alone and terrified, and peeped out of the bag. There it was, the carrot, still and unmoving. He waited. It remained still. He shuffled closer and closer and ran past it to where Croc usually likes to sun himself.

“Goodness me!?” Gasped Bertie. Croc was exactly where Bertie had left him only he was asleep, in the sunshine, surrounded by a ring of yellow, fluffy chicks!

Carefully, Bertie made his way over to his friend and nudged him. Croc stirred but remained asleep. “Oh no!” Thought Bertie, Croc is in one of his deep crocodile slumbers! How can I wake him without him becoming alarmed at where he is?”

How would you wake Croc?

Waterfall adventure

Bertie by a waterfall

Bertie and Croc had had a long rest after running, well being carried on, a half marathon. Bertie’s legs ached from jumping up and down inside the pocket. Croc’s legs ached from clinging onto the material of the pocket for dear life praying he didn’t fall out.

The weather was beginning to warm up in the UK now. Croc hadn’t experienced the UK when it was warmer and he had found a safe and happy spot on the window sill where he could follow the sunshine all day. As the sun moved across the windowsill, so did Croc, shuffling when no one was watching.

Bertie was itching for another adventure and spent his time pacing backwards and forwards from the sunny windowsill to the camera case. This was how Croc got left behind!!!

You see on glancing into the camera case, and seeing Bertie, and being so use to Croc hiding. Nobody noticed that Croc was missing and so Bertie was whisked away on an adventure without his best friend. This was the first adventure he had been on by himself in a while and Bertie’s stomach began to churn and he felt quite upset! He hoped Croc wouldn’t be annoyed….

Bertie was whisked out into the light and heard mumbling noises, followed by a frantic fumble around in the bottom of the bag. Bertie knew he now wasn’t the only one who realised Croc was missing. “It’s OK, Croc will be at home” Bertie heard a voice say. “We will just have to take even more photographs of Bertie so he can show Croc where he has been!!!” Bertie suddenly felt a sense of purpose and responsibility.

He posed with his best smile, trying not to show how nervous he was, trying to be brave for the photographs for Croc, as he was placed on the cold, damp rocks in front of a loud and gushing waterfall. Bertie knew Croc liked water but he wasn’t sure what his best friend would make of water which was this enthusiastic…..what do you think Croc would think of the waterfall?

 

The mystery is solved!

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Croc had been searching high and low for Bertie’s missing ribbon. He had been to the top of the Christmas tree and to the bottom of it, braved looking in dark and scary Christmas stockings and felt like he had left no stone un-turned. He was beginning to feel a little down hearten and could feel his positivity waning. His determination still remained strong and he began to try to approach the situation logically by retracing Bertie’s steps over the past few days.

Bertie, on the other hand, was feeling completely defeated. He had given up on ever seeing his red ribbon again and as they reached the top of the stairs, after a long climb, tears began to roll silently down the fur of his cheeks.

As Croc made his way into the bedroom, he realised that Bertie was no longer following him. He turned to see Bertie stood still looking at him with tears falling down his face. He rushed to his friends side and grabbed his paw gently in his tooth filled mouth and dragged him into the bedroom. He sat Bertie down on his favorite seat in the window and they watched the sun come up. They were both exhausted.

As the sunlight began to chase away the darkness in the room, Croc could hear Bertie’s little sobs. In one final attempt to cheer his beloved friend up he picked up the tall, top hats they had been wearing for the wedding. It had made Bertie laugh so much when he had seen Croc dressed up that Croc decided this was a good way to get Bertie to smile.

As he attempted to flip the hat onto his head it missed completely and rolled off landing at Bertie’s feet. As the hat rolled round and round Bertie sat staring at it. He had stopped sobbing. Croc watched as Bertie lend down and pulled at the red lining of the hat! Although, it wasn’t red lining………it was Bertie’s red ribbon, safety stashed in the top of his hat!!!

Bertie leapt up and began doing a happy little dance and then he jumped on his best friend and threw his short, bear arms around him as far as they would go. Croc, not sure what to make of all the noise, excitement and physical contact, froze in shock. They both looked at the red ribbon. Then Bertie realised he had a new dilemma, who would put it back on?

Christmas by Candlelight


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!

 

The Power of Speech

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I have lost my voice.

It isn’t until you really loose something that you realise how much it meant to you, or how much you relied on it! I now know how Bertie the Travelling Bear feels not being able to verbalise his thoughts. His only power of communication is the written word.

Without a voice communication has been difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. I have had to be resourceful. My partner and I had the most fun we have ever had in the supermarket this week because all of our communication was done in sign language. We soon forgot about the confused stares from the other shoppers as we fell around, me laughing silently, at the random gestures we were making up. We still haven’t quite worked out a silent sign for milk, any ideas anyone?

I have learnt how to get my computer to speak what I type, and have had fits of silent giggles, making it say random things to people all week. The receptionist at the doctors couldn’t stop laughing when I used my computer to tell her that I needed a doctors appointment and what was wrong with me. I then pointed to the huge “Its my birthday” badge I was wearing when she asked me my date of birth (it was actually my birthday as well, I haven’t gone completely insane).

The other thing I have noticed is, when I speak very quietly to other people, they actually respond in the same way. I have had no choice but to whisper a few words when I can, but the people I have spoken to have lowered their voices and whispered back. I have found this quite amusing and would highly recommend giving it a try!

When I am silent and I smile at other people they start talking, and they don’t seem to stop. I don’t have much choice but to listen, silently. I have had random strangers chatting away to me when I have whispered “no voice”.

Hopefully, my voice will return to normal next week but I have seen this week as some kind of blessing. I have learnt some lessons in communication which I feel will be very useful to me in the future. In the meantime, I will use my silent moments to work out some more random sign language…..ways to sign chocolate anyone?