A friendly chap has made himself at home in the garden of the Dancer and the Runner over the course of the summer.
I have invited him on a number of occasions to join me in the house but he has stated he is not one for domestic life. However we do converse on a regular basis and have been sharing stories of our experiences in London.
Interestingly his name is Francis, as was the Professors, so I have also been regaling him with tales of my time with him too. This trip down memory lane has been emotional but rewarding and I’m now inclined to share these more widely, so you may see a few featuring here in due course.
My new, more active life in London has led me to seek out others of my species who have ventured far from their pond beginnings to see what we can learn from each other. My search has uncovered some truly remarkable specimens! These are just a couple of the new acquaintances I have made here.
There is an amazing family of frogs that have set up a eating and shopping emporium where travellers to London are surrounded by rainforest sights and sounds. They are very keen to promote amphibian-human relations and so when each new generation reaches the age of independence they find someone, usually a child, with whom they can go and live.
I may discuss with the Dancer about inviting one of them to visit us, I feel having another young frog around would be good for Ty.
I was very impressed when I discovered a fairly young tree frog had established a successful drinking establishment in an area I’m told is considered quite trendy. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to stay long enough to sample the offerings available but I hope to return and explore both the area and the menu before long.
The Professor was something of a wine connoisseur and during my years with him I sampled a few tipples, but nothing appealed to me as much as finding this fine fellow adoring the label of a bottle of viognier!
As the Professor was particularly fond of wines from this grape I am pleased to say I also enjoyed it immensely, although it is still no gasseous pond water. For those of you with a penchant for such things I recommend you search it out.
Today Ty and I were sitting in the garden enjoying the Monday holiday sunshine when a bold cat strolled in like it owned the place.
However, we had a stern discussion and I let him know his presence was neither wanted nor appreciated so he quickly turned tail and left after giving his word he would be more respectful of other people’s property in future.
Our final big outing before returning to the UK was to a very extensive nature park in the hills above Adelaide known as Cleland Wildlife Reserve.
I was delighted to acquaint myself with so many new species. These marvellous animals, many of which belong to the marsupial family, were quite timid at first as they have had a very negative history with amphibians* brought in from abroad. However we soon fell into a rhythm of communication and I am so glad to have broadened my knowledge and understanding of this continents indigenous communities.
In fact, I got on so well with one little fellow that the Runner arranged for him to come on a visit – a bit like a cultural exchange programme I believe British young people sometimes do with counterparts in Europe.
Overall my Australian Adventures have been an excellent experience and I would encourage anyone who has not yet ventured that far afield to do so. Tye and the rest of the gang are really quite envious and I have to be a bit careful of how much I wax lyrical about the whole thing!
*Find out about the introduction of cane toads to Australia