A year of adventure!

2018-01-09 Norway post

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….


A new arrival


Bertie and Croc have been a little hit and miss with their blog posts in the past few weeks and it is time to reveal why….

As it got closer and closer to Christmas, Bertie and Croc were surprised to find that they had sat on the living room coffee table for some time. In fact, Bertie was beginning to worry he would get dust in his fur. Croc, being accustomed to sitting still for several days at a time, wasn’t too bothered by remaining stationary. He was, however, bothered about the many cards which kept appearing on a daily basis and taking over the small remaining space next to him. he refused to move over but then he was also worried he may disappear under a mountain of paper never to be seen again!

“What on earth is going on?” Whispered Croc to Bertie. They had never been left alone for this long before.

“I’m not sure” Bertie replied. “But I plan to find out. Come on!”

Grabbing his friends paw he made his way carefully down from the coffee table and began to explore his surroundings.

There was the usual stools and books in the way, creating huge obstacles for the two, tiny friends. There was also something distinctly new. Bertie made a be line for this. It felt the best place to start. As they carefully climbed up the side of the basket which was perched near the warmth of the radiator they heard an odd noise. Both friend froze and looked at each other.

A dog! Thought Bertie. They must have brought a dog!!!

He was praying silently that the dog liked bears and wasn’t the type of dog which would pull a small bear to pieces. He shuddered at the thought and decided it would be best not to mention anything to Croc.

As they peered over the top of the basket both friends stopped in shock! It wasn’t a dog…..

“It’s a baby!” Said Bertie in shock!!! No wonder their family had been distracted.

The two friends looked at each other. “What do we do now?” Asked Croc. “Well” Said Bertie “I guess this is the start of a whole new adventure!”


To all my blogging friends, please bear with me if my posts are inconsistent. I may be slightly distracted for a while with our new arrival! I will try to continue to post about Bertie and Croc’s adventures when ever I can. Thank you ūüôā¬†

The next adventure

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Croc began realise what time of year it was when the Christmas tree made its appearance. He had begun to wonder for some time whether there was something important coming up as Bertie had been getting increasingly giddy. Having already experienced one Christmas in the UK Croc felt more confident this year exploring the tree and mooching through the prettily wrapped presents which were carefully placed underneath it.

There was a slight difference this year. Bertie had pulled Croc to one side and with a huge grin on his face he presented him with a small, carefully wrapped parcel which looked very familiar to the little crocodile.

Croc had never been given a present before and he took some persuading from Bertie to unwrap it. He carefully tugged at the parcels little edges and methodically unwrapped the small item.

As they both sat looking at their unwrapped presents, Croc began to remember where they had come from!!! They had been on another adventure earlier in the year. Bertie had dragged Croc down Christmas themed streets, over come by festive excitement. Croc remembered thinking his friend had gone a little nuts as Christmas wasn’t for ages yet but he had followed him faithfully.

In a small shop along the wooden boards, hidden in a narrow alley with large, overhanging windows, the two friends had chosen a Christmas decoration to buy for each other to put on the Christmas tree this year.

As always Croc had chosen a sensible, symmetrical patterned decoration. Where as Bertie had gone for a quirky, happy little figure which had a bell that tinkled merrily on its little hat. Two very different gifts for two very different characters who were the best of friends. Now all they had to do was figure out how they were going to get the decorations on the tree!!!

I wonder where Bertie and Croc had brought their gifts? Can you guess which Country they visited?

Waterfalls and rainbows

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As Bertie and Croc made their way round the darkening square they both felt a buzz of excitement. Even though the sun had now set, the air was still warm and there were plenty of people moving around the square.

Bertie took some time to admire the fountains and the rows of large pillars. Croc kept looking behind him at the building in the hope of seeing the mystery figure once more.

Bertie knew their time in Rome was coming to an end. An experienced traveller just seems to know when it is time to move on, or go home and rest to get ready for the next adventure. He wasn’t going to miss the heat of the city but he was going to miss the architecture. How round every corner there was something new to look at and capture his attention. He felt a very honoured bear indeed to have had the opportunity to visit such a historic city.

As Bertie continued to look at the fountain he noticed the outlines of the figures on top of the pillars. They were lit by lights just underneath them and they gave him a weird chill even though the air was warm. Suddenly, rainbows appeared around the lights. Bertie blinked and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again the rainbows had gone. Bertie liked rainbows, they always made him feel happy inside. He shook his head wondering whether the trip had worn him out and he was seeing things. It was only when he looked back at the photographs that were taken he realised he may have seen something just as magical as Croc did a few moments before!


A brief glimpse

IMG_0329 Bertie & Croc at St Peters Square
Can you see anyone in the windows?

As the sun slowly disappeared behind the large building in front of them Croc and Bertie felt quite relaxed watching people come and go as they sat in St Peters Square in Rome. They had had a busy day and the cool evening was perfect to lay back on the stone floor and watch the world go by.

Ever since Bertie had told Croc about this mysterious person called the Pope who lived in the big building in front of them, Croc had become quite obsessed with watching the windows in the hope of catching a glimpse of him. He wasn’t the only one he noticed with relief. There were a few people sat on chairs looking up at the large building in front.

The building was now beautiful illuminated in the fading light. It’s windows glowed a soft warm orange light and Bertie found it very peaceful. He liked night time photography. It¬†was one of the¬†things he enjoyed the most about¬†travelling to new places. Everything seemed to change and take on a magical appearance once the sun had set and the sky was dark.

Bertie began to feel excited as they moved their way around¬†the square.¬†He posed proudly for photographs, keeping very, very¬†Delete repeated word still¬†so he would not look blurred in the image. Croc stayed very, very still so he didn’t slip and fall off the railings they were posing on!

Suddenly, Croc grabbed Bertie. Fearing his friend was falling, Bertie held on tight and realised that Croc was excitedly pointing to one of the upstairs windows of the building. Bertie turning just in time to see the shape of a man waving and then he moved from the window and disappeared into the warmly lit room!

Croc was gesturing wildly. Was it the Pope that the two friends had just seen? Bertie liked to think so, more because Croc was so excited and proud of himself, but he would never be 100% sure. What do you think?

Columns of light

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Bertie and Croc had had quit a big day. They were feeling pretty tired out, not just from their adventure but also from the heat of the city of Rome. They were glad when they felt the temperature begin to cool and the sun start to sink slowly in the sky.

They were surprised to find that the camera bag had not stopped its familiar swaying which meant that they were still out and about exploring. When it finally came to a halt Bertie peeped out and saw they were in the most impressive, open square.

The setting sun was casting long shadows across the square and highlighted the large pillars which made a semi circle around the central building. Bertie marvelled at the wonderful effect the light cast on the pillars as the sun dropped down behind the large building in front of them.

Then Bertie realised where they were….they were at the back of the Vatican. Bertie began to realise they were in St Peter’s Square. There were several people around them. Some of them sat, like Bertie and Croc, admiring the evenings setting sun. Others were walking around looking at the fountains and structures which were in the square.

“Oh,” said Bertie out loud. “I do hope we get to see the Pope!” Croc appeared beside Bertie and shrugged. “The Pope” repeated Bertie. Croc looked at him blankly. Bertie sighed and began to explain that the Pope was a very important person in the Catholic Christian religion. The word ‘pope’ means ‘father’ in Latin. The Pope lives and works in the Vatican. Bertie pointed at the large building in front of them in the middle of the circle of pillars. Croc’s eyes grew wider. He couldn’t imagine living in a house that big! He’d get lost!

As the two friends sat on one of the small pillars to get a better view of the building, Croc squinted at the windows trying to see if he could see anyone inside. He wondered what it would be like to be a Pope. It sounded like a very important job to him!

Fountains of wishes

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Bertie and Croc were feeling a little hot in the comfort of the black camera bag. Every now and again, Bertie would waft the corner of the bag open in an attempt to create a slight breeze…..it didn’t work very well and usually resulted in more warm air coming into the bag.

Bertie lifted the flap of the bag for the third time. There were lots of voices and noise outside, which was different from the honking horns he had heard the last time he had attempted to let some air in. He braved a peek out of the bag and realised they had stopped.

There were crowds of people. He had not seen this many people since they were in the Vatican. “We must be somewhere important” Thought Bertie and went to nudge Croc. Croc was already beside Bertie, which made him jump a little. “That was unexpected!” Bertie said to his friend. “I usually have to come hunting for you at the bottom of the bag.” Then Bertie noticed something. His friends eyes were wide and Croc was staring in the direction of all the people. Bertie strained to see what he was looking at and as his eyes adjusted to the bright light he could see water.

“Oh no!” Thought Bertie, “Here we go again!”

Being a Crocodile, and being from the tropics, Croc had a certain fascination with water. Especially when it was as warm as it was today. They began to move again. This time they were making their way towards the water and Bertie could see that it was actually a fountain. The fountain had the most magnificent sculptures behind it. The water was the most beautiful turquoise blue and Bertie had to admit it did look very inviting.

Bertie began to look around for some clues as to where they were. Croc began to look around for an escape route to the fountain. He wasn’t quite brave enough to make his way out of the bag and pick his route through the crowds. Bertie saw a sign. “Oh my” He thought. “This is the Trevi Fountain.” He explained to Croc. “It is one of the most famous fountains in the world!” Croc continued to look at the crystal clear waters. Bertie carried on explaining that if you throw a coin in the fountain you will return to Rome. Some people even believe you can make a wish and it will come true!¬†Croc thought, if you throw a crocodile in the fountain they will be very happy indeed and that would definitely be a wish come true!

They were achingly close to the water now and Croc, in a fit of bravery, made a leap for freedom. He tumbled down onto the railings. He began to make his way towards the water and away from Bertie’s shouts. A man, not noticing the small crocodile knocked Croc and sent him sliding further along the railing. He bumped into the arm of a lady and then fell a few inches onto the concrete below the railings. He began to feel scared. He started to forget about the water as he¬†tried to dodge the people who were crowding around him.

“Eek” Croc squeaked as he was nudged again, this time back towards the direction he had just travelled from. He covered his eyes then felt a soft pair of hands on him guiding him to safety. It was Bertie. Croc grabbed onto his little friend in a fit of relief¬†and let himself be led back to the safety of the camera bag! Thank goodness for good friends, thought Croc as he snuggled bac into the safety of the bag. Bertie closed the zip just in case Croc got any more ideas and they felt themselves being carried away from the crowds and the magnificent fountain.

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