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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….

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.

Spirals to heaven

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An exhausted Bertie and Croc were looking forward to the excitement of the day to end. They had travelled through the Vatican, seen so many sights and experienced the excitement of visiting the Sistine Chapel. Croc had started to look forward to putting his short little feet up in the hotel room. He hoped that he would be able to crawl out of the camera bag and nestle in the soft bedding on the bed….maybe even have a snooze.

While Croc was daydreaming about having a nap, Bertie was reluctant to hide back in the camera bag just in case he missed something! He remained perched on the top of the spare lens which was conveniently placed in the bag. It gave him just enough height to be able to peek out of the zip at the top.

He was soon glad he did. He felt an odd sensation, like they were going downwards quite quickly. He watched as people walked slowly in front of him, stopping occasionally to take photos downwards.

“I wonder what they are taking photos of?” Said Bertie out loud. He was soon to find out.

The bright light from the glass ceiling above soon became replaced with the yellow dullness of artificial lights. Bertie knew they had reached the bottom of where ever they were going as they were stood still. He took his opportunity to fully peep out of the bag and look up.

“WOW!” Sais Bertie with a gasp. He tugged at Croc who reluctantly climbed up the camera lens and looked up too.

They were at the base of a majestically decorated spiral staircase. It seemed to go on forever towards to bright light coming in through the glass ceiling. Bertie thought it looked like the staircase to heaven, Croc thought it looked like hard work and was glad they didn’t have to climb up it.

Every now and again people’s faces peered over the side of the staircase and looked down at them. “What a way to finish a days adventure” Thought Bertie as he quietly closed the zip and nestled into the darkness of the camera bag. “I wonder what will happen next?”

The Sistine Chapel

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Bertie and Croc continued to stare amazed at the intricate paintings on the ceilings of the building they were making their way through. Croc wasn’t too sure where they were heading or when the slideshow of paintings would come to an end, Bertie began to grow in excitement as he knew exactly where they were going!

One of the final ceilings they viewed was a huge dome, flood light by natural light from the windows at the side of it. It made Croc shiver a little as he looked at all the sharp spears and swords the warriors were using to kill the creatures who lay at their feet. Croc felt slightly in-nerved by this ceiling painting and he wasn’t sure why.

The steadily moving queue of people they have been following had come to a stop and they were faced with some very tight and narrow winding stairs.

Then something very strange happened….the camera went back into the bag. “Well” Thought Croc. “That was fun. It must be over now.” Just as he tried to sink back into the bag following the camera Bertie grabbed him. A confused Croc watched in wonder as they emerged into a very light room. There were hundreds of people, some sat at the sides of the room, most of them stood. There was an eerie silence. Croc shivered and looked at Bertie. Bertie’s eyes were the biggest Croc had ever seen and he realised that Bertie was still looking up!

As Croc turned his gaze towards the ceiling he was amazed! He was looking at some of the most famous paintings in the world by an artist called Michelangelo. Bertie looked at his friend and whispered that the ceiling told a religious story for the Catholic church about the creation of humans. He pointed to one of the central paintings and whispered that was a famous painting which showed God reaching out to touch the first man, Adam’s hand.

As they moved around the room, the two friends stared at the story which was unfolding above them. The voices in the room had changed from a hushed silence to a low drone and suddenly there was a loud “shush!”. Both friends looked in the direction of the noise and realised that there were guards stood at various points in the room. Croc pointed to a sign and Bertie nodded….no cameras were allowed. So that’s why the camera when back in the bag!

As they made their way out of the Sistine Chapel the two friends felt a wave of exhaustion come over them. “Goodness.” Thought Bertie. “What could be better than seeing that!?”

Image of the ceiling in Sistine Chapel, taken from google

A little mystery….

A rare shot…..Bertie and Croc hard at work and me using a camera phone! I usually use my DSLR but on this occasion I decided not to carry my camera with me but couldn’t resist this shot!!! Sometimes it’s nice just to go out and explore a city before I become distracted behind a camera.

Where are Bertie and Croc? 

As soon as we’ve finished telling you about our Rome adventures, all will be revealed……