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A suitcase, camera bag, a Bear and a Croc

It’s been very quiet for Bertie and Croc the past few weeks. They have been sat by the computer, near the camera bag watching and waiting to see what will happen next. Bertie has been getting impatient…..Croc has been feeling relieved. Sometimes its nice to take some time out, Croc has decided.

Then, as unexpected as always, everything changed.

The first sign was the camera’s battery being removed and charged. Bertie knew this was always a sign of a BIG adventure.

Next a small travel bag was dragged out from under the desk and things were carefully and methodically placed in it. At this point Bertie was beside himself with excitement! They had been on lots of day trips since they had come to the UK but never one which needed an over night bag. Where were they going?

Not being one to miss an adventure, Bertie excitedly made his way to hide in the camera bag dragging a sleepy Croc with him. As the bag was carefully closed and lifted, Bertie and Croc began to feel a familiar sense of excitement and wonder rise inside their tummies. Where were they heading this time???

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!

Scoping out

Bertie Croc Bideford

Bertie and Croc were becoming seasoned travellers now. They had a little routine which they always went through when they knew an adventure was brewing. This was mainly so Croc wouldn’t get left behind again!

They made sure that they were both nestled near, or within sight of the camera bag. They knew the familiar sounds of an adventure starting and would leap into the bag and loosely close the zip to make sure they didn’t fall out when they were lifted into the air.

Today they were in the car for what seemed like forever. Bertie tapped his foot impatiently and fidgeted constantly. Croc settled down and had a nap. As Bertie watched Croc nap he smiled and wondered how two such different personalities could become the very best of friends?

When they finally made their way out of the camera bag to peep at where they were, Croc recognised it instantly. He had been here before. Bertie was too distracted looking for ice cream. In his mind, sand and water equalled ice cream and sea side. They were at Bideford, Croc was sure of it. He nudged Bertie and pointed to the landmark in front of them, a long bridge across the water which they had run over (or were carried over while their carriers ran) not so long ago.

Bertie recognised the bridge from when he was bravely peeping out of the pocket in the race and he had looked back to see where they had come from. But what were they doing here? It didn’t feel like a race?

Bertie and Croc were on a “scoping out” mission…..but what were they looking for?

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?

The Bideford Half

Bertie and Croc's Half Marathon effort

Challenge is a word Bertie and Croc are quite use to experiencing. I mean, let’s face it, when your legs are as small as theirs, even climbing into a camera bag can be a challenge!

Just recently Bertie and Croc embarked on one of their biggest challenges since returning to the UK. At first they thought they were on another, ordinary adventure. They were sat comfortably in the back of the car watching the trees and landscape roll past. They were on their way to somewhere called Bideford. Bertie was, as usual, quite excited as he had never been to Bideford. Croc, as usual, was quite pensive as he hated going somewhere new and didn’t understand why this would excite anyone?

When the warm sun finally began to light up their faces, they realised they had arrived. They could hear the voices of several people, and knew that something interesting and exciting was going to happen. As they made their way closer and closer to the excited chatter they were surprised to see more people that they ever imagined, all in active wear, walking, jogging or standing around.

“What on earth is happening?” Queried Bertie. Croc shrugged and nestled deeper into the pocket he had been hiding in. Crowds, yuk, they made him shiver down his spine and feel slightly queasy.

A loud voice came over the crowd, announcing there were 1,400 people running today! Bertie looked around in shock, then down at his own small legs, “Running!?!?”

The starter went off and so did Bertie and Croc, being carried in a pocket each, bouncing around. They heard the strangest sound. It was music, Bertie was sure of it. He braved a peak out of the pocket. There were bagpipes, he heard someone say! “How odd?” Bertie shouted over to Croc. Croc pretended not to hear him over the noise. He was definitely not going to stick his head out when he was being bounced around like this. In fact, he was beginning to feel slightly sick.

Eventually, the bounciness calmed down and they began to get use to the motion. Croc, curiosity getting the better of him, braved a peek out of the pocket and saw Bertie, wind in his fur, waving manically at him! They were in a race and the landscape was amazing! They were running along the side of a river, under a canopy of trees, with an amazing view.

They watched the mile markers go by…..how much further, thought Bertie?  Suddenly they began to slow. Bertie, wondering whether the race was over, peered even more from the pocket. He jumped, as a small jelly bear fell into the pocket with him! He poked it. It didn’t move and his paw got all powdery. The familiar bouncing motion began again. They had had a jelly baby pit stop!

After what seemed like forever, Bertie began to feel them speeding up. He looked over at Croc, who had also felt the increase in the bounces and sank safely to the deep depths of the pocket. Bertie was getting into this now. As the wind blew at his fur, he felt liberated and began to cheer. They crossed the finish line in just over 2 hours.

Something else joined Bertie and Croc’s pocket on the way home….a big shiny medal. Bertie and Croc had just run their first half marathon. Bertie was super excited and chatted away all the way home. Croc silently stared at his medal. It was huge, and a strange feeling came over him. He felt proud!

A Bishops Castle

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Croc had learnt quite a bit about history and religion in his short visit to Wells. He was surprised how the two often went hand in hand. Darwin had a completely different kind of history to this country, and the Northern Territory certainly wasn’t the place for grand Cathedrals and huge, ancient buildings, more rock paintings and lots of red dirt! The cyclones in Darwin would flatten the stone structures he had seen so far and the heat and red dirt would stain the walls, like it did with everything in the desert regions. White was never really white in the Northern Territory!

As they rounded a corner, Bertie and Croc peeped out from the zip in the camera bag eager to see where they were going to next. They heard the birds before they saw them! Now if you have been reading Bertie and Croc’s adventures for some time you may recall Croc had a nasty introduction to swans (click here to read the post)……he wasn’t quite over this. There, in front of him, as they rounded the corner were……SWANS!

Croc tried to drive deeply into the bottom of the camera bag but he got wedged between the lens of the camera and the wall of the bag. Bertie, seeing his friend was in trouble, gave Croc’s tail a tug and pulled him loose. Bertie held Croc’s trembling claw and pointed to what was beyond the swans.

Croc’s eyes widened……it was a castle!!! He suddenly forgot the swans. Bertie explained that while Croc was wedged in the camera bag, they had stopped by a sign which told the story of a swan learning to ring a bell for his tea. The castle wasn’t a castle. It was called the Bishops Palace and the Bishop would often come out and feed the swans when he lived there a long time ago.

Croc was confused. Why would a Bishop need a palace? From what he had learnt from history so far, only Kings had palaces? Bertie explained that the Bishop was VERY powerful and that is why statues of the Bishops were next to those of the King of the Cathedral in Wells. The Bishop was worried that people would try to kill him so he built a palace with a proper portcullis and moat and EVERYTHING.

Croc was relieved when they moved away from where the swans were located. He relaxed and began to enjoy the view. It was a truly beautiful day. He began to wonder what it would be like to live in a palace……..?

Vicar’s Close

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It was a cold, crisp day and Croc was beginning to feel the chill. The one thing he had noticed about the UK was when he was in the sunshine it was pleasantly warm. As soon as he went into the shade, it was icy cold. He became very aware that there was a lot more shade than he would have liked in this country!

As they hopped back into the camera case, Bertie and Croc peered out at the huge, gothic Cathedral as they walked past. Croc noticed a small, stone archway and nudged Bertie to get his attention. Bertie shrugged and indicated that maybe they should have a little explore. After spending a lot of time with Croc Bertie was now very good at speaking in a silent code of points and nudges.

The camera bag had been put down carefully and it looked like Bertie and Croc’s companions were distracted by ice cream, so they took the opportunity to hop out and make their way through the stone arches.

Both of them never expected to find a small, cobbled street with house lining each side. The lampposts were old and black. The cobbles worn smooth by thousands of steps and people were scattered around taking photographs. How unexpected and odd? Thought Bertie.

Croc was distracted by the size of the chimneys on the small houses. He had never seen chimneys on houses until he came to this country. In the tropical climate he was use to there was no need for fires or heating in houses. You wanted to keep the heat OUT not IN in Darwin!

As Croc was looking around him, he noticed a sign. He nudged Bertie and pointed. Bertie had always been better with his letters than Croc was. As they read they discovered that this was Vicars’ Close, a historic street which was built over 650 years ago. The houses were used for the Vicars Choir to live in. Bertie explained to a puzzled looking Croc that a Choir was a group of people who sang in Churches and Cathedrals. As they walked down the street, Croc trying his hardest to remain on the sunniest side, they tried counting the houses but got too distracted looking at the shields which were in the stone work above each door.

How many houses can you count?