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Brought-day celebrations

We are interrupting Bertie and Croc’s Norway adventures with an important announcement.

Today is Bertie’s official brought day! Four years ago he first embarked on his adventures and became a blogging celebrity. Nobody, not even Bertie, knows his real birthday so we have always celebrated his brought-day instead.

Today Bertie and Croc have celebrated with a cake. Bertie explained to Croc that this is the custom for birthdays (or brought-days in his case). Croc stared transfixed as they made their way to the table to see Bertie’s cake. Something isn’t quite right with this cake, thought Croc…..isn’t it suppose to be round?

Bertie stopped, horrified! Someone had taken slices out of his cake!!! I wonder who that could be? Do you have any ideas?

“Well” said Bertie to Croc, “I suppose it WAS a very big cake for two little bears!” and he blew out his candles and made his wish. I wonder what he wished for this time?

Can you see a potential new friend in the background of the photograph?


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!

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¬†

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!

Gladiators and crocodiles

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Bertie and Croc were looking forward to a restful day. They had spent an entire day touring the Vatican in Rome and being wowed round every turn at the amazing art work. Bertie had been so excited¬†to see the Sistine Chapel that he had completely worn himself out! Croc was silently pleased when his best friend fell into a deep slumber and didn’t awake until the next day. Croc liked his quiet time, it was when he did all his best thinking! He did find that having a friend as excitable as Bertie was brilliantly motivating but he didn’t get much time to think.

The next day both friends were awoken by the hustle and bustle from outside the camera bag. The walls of the bag had heated up in the morning sun and Croc had, subconsciously, moved towards the warmest wall and was snoozing contently.

As they peeped out of the zip in the bag they both realised they were about to exit a busy train station. They blinked as they came out into the bright sunshine and then Bertie’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. Looking at his friend, Croc could feel the excitement buzzing from Bertie. Bertie tugged at Croc’s paw!

“Do you know where we are?” Said a wide eyed Bertie. Croc shook his head, confident in knowing that Bertie was fast approaching his tour guide mode and he would soon find out without having to use any brain power what so ever. “It’s a very, very important historical place.” Started Bertie.

As Croc looked at the crowds of people around him, milling around the large, ruined building in front of him he began to notice everyone forming orderly queues at the entrances like little ants going into an ant hill. He didn’t fancy standing in those queues and was relieved when they turned off down the side of the building and began to explore the outside.

As Croc half listened to Bertie’s excited chatter he picked up some words, such as Gladiators, fighting, Colosseum, entertainment. It didn’t sound very entertaining to Croc, exhausting yes, entertaining not so much. Then his little crocodile ears picked up…..Bertie said “bears” and “even crocodiles”!

“What?” Thought Croc, people would fight animals like him and his best friend¬†in this large, circular structure? He shook his head in shock. He looked at the flimsy metal fence around the¬†Colosseum and thoughtfully wondered was it there to keep the¬†people n and the¬†crocodiles out or the¬†other way around?¬†People really were weird he decided as he sat comfortably next to Bertie to pose in front of the magnificent and extremely interesting round building behind them.

Swarms of bees and painted ceilings

Bertie and Croc were on the move again. The bag they were in was swaying rhythmically but Bertie was so excited he clung to the sides with his little bear paws, not wanting to miss a moment of this journey.

For Croc it was all a bit much and he was quite confused at the fuss. There were far too many people out there in the big wide world and he sank slowly to the bottom of the bag and waited for Bertie’s excited squeak to alert him to something interesting.

He didn’t have to wait very long……

Bertie didn’t just squeak once but several times and his little legs kicked excitedly as he tried to pull himself up higher to get a better view. Croc sighed and decided he had better go and see what all the fuss was about. He was glad he did!

As Croc emerged into the light of the building they were in he realised they were in a long corridor. He was amazed at how many people were stuffed into the corridor. There were several different languages being spoken at once but there was also a weird hush over the whispered words. He was several different flags being carried by individuals who had crowds of people following them like bees. Then he realised Bertie was silent and looking up, craning his little bear neck as far back as it would go. Bertie’s eyes were wide in amazement, a look Croc had not seen on his friends face for a long time now.

Croc twisted to lay on his back…..looking up wasn’t his strong point. His eyes grew wide too. The ceilings were covered in paintings. Hundreds of them. All blending into one another in a massive story line. There were intricate decorative patterns all around each painting so they all had their own frames but were interwoven at the same time. There were paintings of people, animals, scenery….so much to take in!

The two friends found themselves being carried along in the wave of people. There seemed to be one direction to go and they were heading that way. Bertie and Croc watched the ceilings roll by like a slideshow.

Where will they go next and what will they see? They both wondered silently.

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