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Croc means a beast…

Another interruption to Bertie and Croc’s Norway adventures….

Bertie and Croc have been in the UK for well over a year now. Croc is slowly adjusting to not living in the tropics and has started to feel slightly warm the past few days. His favourite place to sun bathe is the nice conservatory which gets lovely and toasty in the afternoon sun.

Croc toddled out to the conservatory recently and found that it was VERY cold and VERY dark. He looked up. Someone had covered the top of the conservatory roof with a blanket of white. “How rude!” He thought and turned around to go and find Bertie to work out what they could do about it.

When Croc did find Bertie he was turning the camera bag upside down! Things were flying out of the bag at an alarming rate. Croc ducked just as a spare lens cap came shooting out. “Whatever is the matter?” Said Croc to his wide eyed friend.

“My hat!” Said Bertie, “I’ve lost my hat! I can’t go out in the snow without my hat!”

“Snow?” Thought Croc, as he watched Bertie disappear back into the bag.

Bertie appeared as quickly as he had disappeared. He had a smile his face as he realised his tropical friend had no idea what he was talking about. Without saying anything else, Bertie grabbed Croc’s paw and dragged him outside…He had forgotten all about his hat!

As Croc’s fluffy feet touched the cold, white snow his eyes grew wide in shock. He tried to move away from the cold stuff but where ever he put his paws it was there. It even stuck to them. Bertie was too busy laughing at his friend hopping around on the snow to be able to explain what the snow was.

Croc wasn’t sure at all that he liked this new stuff and was quite relieved when Bertie explained that, in a few days, it would melt and it would all be gone. Knowing this Croc managed to pose for a few photographs before hopping his way back inside to sit on his second favourite place….the radiator!


The wrong boat!

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Croc didn’t know what to do to help Bertie from his low mood. Ever since they landed on the wrong boat Bertie sat still, staring at the habour of Oslo as it slowly disappeared.

As the two friends began to listen to the tour guide they started to forget they were lost and became involved in the journey. The large building they had visited on the night they became lost, drifted past them. The tour guide announced this was the Opera House. Who’d have thought it, thought Bertie. It looked more like a fancy ski resort!

Then there was the lonely church as they left the harbour and headed for the open waters. It sat, white washed against the dull, rain filled sky, proud at the end of its little pier. As Bertie watched it drift by he was suddenly nudged into the present moment by a very enthusiastic Croc. He turned to look in the direction Croc was pointing. Behind them, not too far away, was the boat they had originally aimed to land on. The boat which had their camera bag home on it and the boat which would be their salvation if only they could get on board.

Bertie watched as the boat with the camera bag chugged along behind the boat they were on. He began to realise they were all heading in the same direction. He looked down at Croc would was staring at him hopefully with wide eyes….this might not turn out to be the disaster he thought it was going to be.

They just needed a plan of how to get across the water to the right boat. What do you think they should do?

Bertie and Croc fly!

Norway, historical buildings

Bertie bravely puffed his chest out, stood as tall as his 5 inches would allow him and looked squarely at the seagull. He took a deep breath and began to explain, they were lost. The bag they travelling in had left without them and they were now trying to find it.

The seagull stood on its skinny legs, which Croc was amazed would still hold up such a large bird, and listened intently to Bertie. Studying him carefully with his beady eyes. “And, well, that’s it really.” Bertie finished. There was a pause, the seagull cocked his head and said, “Well in that case, allow me to be of service.” He bowed deeply. Bertie looked excited, Croc looked suspicious.

“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Ivar.” Said the Seagull.

“I’m Bertie and this is Croc” Said Bertie, waving a paw in Croc’s general direction. Croc looked at him angrily. He had been trying to make himself as small and inconspicuous as he could and now Bertie had just completely blown his cover!

“Let’s get started.” Said Ivar, “Up you go!” And he picked a shocked looking Croc up in his beak and plonked him on his back. Bertie was beside himself with excitement, jumping up and down. They were going to fly!!!

As Ivar set off into the head wind, Croc ducked down as low as he could on the birds back and held on for his life! Bertie, huge grin and fur ruffling in the wind, sat upright with one paw outstretched to feel the air rushing past them. “I think I have seen your bag on a boat” Said Ivar as he headed out to the harbour. Oh my! Thought Bertie, what an adventure. Croc tired to think of home, a swamp, warm and safe and very much on the ground.

They circled a couple of boats looking at the passengers, trying to see if they could spy the camera bag. There were several bags but none of them theirs. Then Bertie let out a squeak and pointed. There it was!!! On one of the boats. Ivar flew lower to get a better look. Yes, that was definitely it! Bertie was so excited he forgot to hold onto Ivar and leaned a little too far. He began to fall. Instinctively he grabbed hold of Croc and they slipped from the birds backs together.

“Brave little bears” Shouted Ivar after them. “Good luck” And he flew back to the shore.

Bertie and Croc landed with a soft bump on the canopy of the boat. As they peeped over the edge they looked for the bag. They couldn’t see it!? Then Croc nudged Bertie urgently. Bertie looked where he was pointing. It was another boat, and there was their bag! They had fallen onto the WRONG boat.

“Oh no!” Wailed Bertie and he sat down with a plop and they watched the shore disappear as they slowly moved further away!

Operation locate….

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Bertie and Croc were in a dilemma. The camera bag they called home had gone and they didn’t know what to do. They looked around in desperation but it was no where to be seen. Bertie was kicking himself for not collecting a map of the city so they could find their way back to the hotel.

Clinging to each other for comfort more than warmth, the two friends huddled under the lip of the fountain they had been admiring and waited for the sun to come up. “Things are always better in a morning” Bertie told Croc. Croc wasn’t too sure they would be.

When morning came Bertie began to drag Croc in the direction he thought the hotel was. They had to get back to the camera bag or they may never get home! As they wandered through this strange, new city they paused to look at the landmarks and tall buildings. Bertie was hoping he would recognise one of the buildings, Croc thought he was mad, they all looked the same to him!

As they stopped outside a massive courtyard Bertie noticed a decorative clock in the background. He was sure he had seen it before. Completely distracted the two friends didn’t notice the large seagull looming in the background. The seagull, curious as to why these two small bears were out on their own, inched closer.

Croc turned with a start and came eye to eye with the seagulls beady little eyes! “Eek” Croc shouted and grabbed hold of Bertie. As Bertie turned the seagull squawked “Well, well, well what do we have here?”

The two friends stared at the bird in shock, unsure of how to answer….

Fountains of bubbles

Fountains in Norway
Bubble fountains

Bertie and Croc were on the move again. They couldn’t see a lot as it was quite dark outside, but the two friends were excited to work out where they were. They kept peeping out of a small zip hole in the camera bag, taking in the sights and sounds. Bertie noticed that where ever they were it was very clean!

Eventually the motion of the bag stopped. Bertie peeped out first and went back into the bag to pull Croc with him. They were in front of a beautiful water feature, right in the centre of the town. The two friends sat together mesmerised, watching the water change colours from blue, to purple, to red, to green.

After some time Croc began to feel a little chilly. He decided that his feet were telling him it was time to head back into the warmth of the bag, but as he looked behind him to where the bag had been it was no longer there. Croc felt a moment of panic and nudged Bertie. Bertie turned round and also realised the bag they always travelled in was no where to be seen. Wide eyed in panic the two friends looked at each other….what were they to do now???

An evening arrival


Norway blog Bertie & Croc

Bertie and Croc now knew the signs that a new journey was just about to start. Bertie had even mastered being able to judge just how long the journey would be from the size of the suitcases which were loaded carefully into the car.

The familiar sounds of the airport and the familiar feelings of the plane taken off lulled both Bertie and Croc into a deep sleep. They lay at the bottom of the camera bag wondering where they would end up next. Bertie dreamt it was an exciting place with lots to see and do, Croc dream it was warm and had nice clear, warm waters for him to swim in.

When they finally stopped travelling Bertie knew they had arrived at their hotel. He had heard different words being spoken and knew that they were in a different country. He peeped out of the bag and made his way to the hotel window. It didn’t tell him too much looking at the cobbled street below.

What happened next came as a complete surprise to him….Both Bertie and Croc were scooped up and bundled into the camera bag. They were going out for an explore, but it was night time!?

When the sway of the bag stopped Bertie and Croc peeped out. A cool breeze brushed at their fur and Croc realised his dream of being somewhere warm wasn’t happening. The view in front of them was pretty spectacular! They were near what looked like a harbour, the water twinkled in the moonlight and a strange, abstract structure on the other side of the water was lit up like a Christmas tree. They could see the shadows of people moving around in front of the light, looked blurred and tiny next to the huge windows.

Croc wondered what this multi-coloured building would look like during the day. Bertie was pretty sure that they would get a chance to find out! Little did they both know how close they would get to this impressive piece of architecture.

A year of adventure!

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As Bertie and Croc looked back at 2017 they realised they had been very busy! So busy, in fact, that they haven’t had time to blog about all the things they managed to fit in.

After Bertie and Croc exchanged Christmas gifts and placed their special decorations on the Christmas tree they found themselves looking back at photographs. They have been to Rome, moved house and welcomed a new arrival to the family. They also went on another iconic trip which they haven’t written about.

This trip was a little colder than Rome. In fact, Bertie almost wished that he had packed his woolly hat! Croc wished he was back in the fountain in the boiling heat in Rome.

The next few blogs will be about Bertie and Croc’s trip to Norway!

We hope you enjoy reading them as much as Bertie and Croc enjoyed experiencing Norway….