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Croc in high water…

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So what had caught Croc’s attention???

Bertie didn’t realise until it was too late.

They were posing for photographs with Croc edging them nearer and nearer to his goal. He was surprised he managed to contain his excitement from Bertie. As they were perched on the edge of a beautiful, warm, stone fountain Croc’s plan became clear. He edged himself towards the warm water. It looked so inviting. It had been ages since he had swum in warm water. He had tried dipping his toe in some of Englands waters but then decided better of it when his toe turned an odd shade of blue from the cold! The first time this happened Croc had freaked out a little. He tried a death roll and then gave in and sat looking at the colour slowly coming back into his foot. Yuk! He thought and shivered at the very idea of cold water.

Being a tropical croc in a non-tropical country had been hard for Croc but here, in front of him was a lovely shallow pool of water. He nudged his way into the warm water until he was submerged. It was only then that Bertie realised what his friend was doing.

Bertie, noticing the camera bag was being packed away and only a few more photographs would probably be taken before they left, took a deep breath and plunged his paw into the water. He was surprised to find it was pleasantly warm, like bath water. There was no time to enjoy it, he grabbed his friends paw and pulled with all his might!

Croc dug in tight, refusing to move.

“Come on!” Shouted Bertie, “They are going to leave without us!”

The panic in Bertie’s voice awoke something in Croc and he let go of the bottom of the pool. Bertie wasn’t expecting this to happen and they both flew backwards off the edge of the statue with surprising speed, water droplets flying everywhere.

Bertie closed his eyes waiting for the bump as they hit the floor…..but it didn’t happen! Inside they landed with a soft, and rather damp, thud.

These two friends really are very lucky! They had landed right inside the safety of the camera bag, which was being lifting up just as they fell. “Phew!” Said Bertie and he looked over at Croc. Croc lay in shock, shivering, wishing there was something he could dry himself with……He decided he really didn’t like being cold!

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Bertie and Croc on Tor

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Bertie and Croc woke up to find themselves in the familiar camera bag. They could feel the motion of a car and looked at each other excitedly….they were going somewhere. It was then our observant friend Croc realised Bertie still wasn’t wearing the red ribbon they had searched high and low for. Croc looked at Bertie’s face, he had a huge grin on it and excited eyes. Being the wise Croc he was he decided now wasn’t the time to point out missing ribbons. Instead he engaged Bertie in a conversation about where they could be going?

When the car finally stopped, the intrepid friends had a little longer to wait until they could peek at where they were. There were voices outside the camera bag, which turned to huffing and puffing and Bertie decided he was glad they were where they were, because outside of the bag sounded like hard work!!!

When they finally stopped, and had played paper, scissors, rock to see who would open the bags’ zip first (which was an interesting game considering neither one of them could make a flat palm for paper), Bertie won and opened the zip slowly to reveal…..

Bright sunshine, but a cold, crisp day. They peeped out together and saw lots of people and a HUGE stone tower. Mesmerised by the tower in front of him, Bertie realised Croc was tapping him and he looked round to see the most spectacular view! Croc had a big grin on his face and sat happily on top of the camera bag admiring the panoramic scenery.

Bertie had heard of this place, it had been mentioned a few times. They were at Glastonbury Tor! Bertie knew this to be a very historical site, where artefacts from the Iron Age and Romans have been found. Bertie explained to Croc that the Tor has lots of myths and legends surrounding it, especially in relation to King Arthur. It is considered a very spiritual place by some people even now. Croc wasn’t sure about spiritual, as he glanced at a funny looking chap dressed in rainbow colours playing the guitar sat at the entrance to the Tor. He was sure that the view was pretty awesome! It wasn’t the same as the Dreamtime stories Croc was use to but he was beginning to like some of these historical sites in England.

Can you spot Bertie and Croc in the photo?

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!

 

Bertie’s pressed the pause button….

Bertie’s blogs haven’t been as consistent as usual this month. This is because Bertie and his ever keen travelling companion, Croc, are planning another adventure.

Bertie will try and continue publishing Croc and his UK adventures but it can be quite tricky and unpredictable with sporadic Internet connections, lots of red dust and bumpy roads….

Has he got you wondering where his next adventures will take him yet? 

Bertie and Croc thank you for your patience and continued support. 

All images and content copyright of Samantha Key 2016 

Green fields, bird song and a tractor

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Bertie and Croc were pretty exhausted after a very long flight. Bertie explained to his new travelling companion that the worst thing about travelling to somewhere new and exciting was sometimes the long journey to reach your destination….Bertie knew from experience that these journeys could be an adventure in themselves.

After taking some recovery time, which is why there has been a delay in writing a blog post, Bertie and Croc ventured out for a short stroll. Bertie was reminded of how green his home in the UK was. He was so use to red dirt and wide expanses of spaces that everything here now seemed so close together. Even the lanes on the motorways seemed narrow. He introduced Croc to the sounds and smells of his own country, including the different bird calls from the hedgerows that lined the winding country roads.

This was a new place to visit for Bertie. They had stopped off in Somerset. An area of the UK well known for its farming, cider and cream teas with scones.

As Croc took in the difference in the light in this strange new place, Bertie posed on a tractor to mark the start of a whole new adventure for him to share with his friend.

A welcome break

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Bertie and Croc had a good start to their journey. Some would even go as fair as to say it could be considered pleasantly relaxing. Once the motion of the plane stopped Bertie and Croc found themselves being pulled into the bright lights of a different busy airport.

In the middle of the hussle of people, who seemed focused and determined on where they were heading, were areas of welcome calm. After trying out the electric massage machines and not being too sure how effective they were at easing aches, they found themselves in a small island in the middle of the airport. The island was covered in foliage and Bertie could hear the gentle tinkle of water. Looking down from a small wooden bridge they were carefully placed on he saw huge colourful fish moving silently and menacingly towards to bridge like mini sharks.

According to the information sign the fish were Koi Karp and considered lucky. Bertie whispered to Croc that they were lucky the fish couldn’t climb up the bridge! He wasn’t too sure about the motives of the silent sharks!

Thankfully Bertie and Croc were soon scooped up and placed carefully back in their snug back pack. Soon they were on their way to their next stop! 

Art to tell stories

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Bertie was awoken from his slumber in the humid heat by the sound of a tour guides voice. They were announcing that we had arrived at Kakadu National Park. Bertie had never seen anything like this before! In Bertie’s experience a park had a swing and a slide. This was an adventure playground for all living things. A vast space of trees, water and rocks to explore.

He was shocked when he overheard that the National Park extends over 19,000 square kilometres. As he continued to listen he learnt that it is world heritage listed and has around 2000 plant species, a quarter of all Australian freshwater fish species, and over one third of Australian bird species can be found in the park.

Bertie could not even begin to comprehend how big this is! Kakadu has been shaped by water. The entire catchment area of the South Alligator River lies within the parks boundaries. From December to May the waterfalls are at their most spectacular and the lowlands are flooded. A number of Aboriginal clans reside within the park and Kakadu is home to one of the largest concentrations of Aboriginal rock art.

As Bertie stared at the faint orange pictures no the rocks he thought it was interesting that people have been finding ways to record their stories and experiences for years. Suddenly Bertie’s travel blog didn’t seem as unique as he thought it was!

Bertie looked closely at the pictures drawn into the rocks of people and of the fish. He listened to the guide explaining that the pictures are describing a lesson in good behaviour and that behind the aboriginal stories their are morale code. The paintings remind the Mabuyu Traditional Owners of the National Park to tell a story against stealing.

This is the story that Bertie was listening to as told by Bill Neidjie:

“Mabuyu was dragging his catch on a string after a fishing expedition when a greedy person cut the string and stole his fish.

That night Mabuyu waited until the thieves had eaten his fish and were camped inside their cave near the East Alligator River. Then he blocked the cave with a huge rock.

Next morning they never came out because they pinched it they got punished”