Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Tuesday.


Been a fairly busy couple of days. On Sunday we had lunch on the lawns of the above house, a fairly typical Suffolk hall, in a sort of open sided marquee. We met Hilary there and a good may people we know, as well  as making one or two new aquaintances. A very pleasant lunch and afternoon - we broke up a bit after three, which is about right I think.

Yesterday we motored over to Quy Mill near Cambridge where we met up with Ann's three brothers for our usual 'sibling lunch'. This is rapidly becoming a monthly occasion.


Yesterday evening Ann called me out to the garden because she thought she'd seen a frog. It turned out to be the above young toad (last year's vintage I should think). I took the above photo then tried to get a bit nearer. He bristled a bit at this idea and gave us the brush off by climbing over the garden broom (almost worthy of Rog - no, that's not quite fair. His are usually a bit more subtle than that) and vanishing into the garden border. See  photo below.


12 comments:

Liz said...

I like the sound of your sibling lunches.

We have seen a frog/toad in our garden a couple of times (although not yet this year). We don't live near any water so I assume a neighbour nearby must have a pond.

Rog said...

If there's no "f" in frog it turns into Rog. Bit like the reverse of a Fairy story.

Mike and Ann said...

Hello Liz. Yes, it's usually quite good fun, gives us a chance to try out various eating places, and to keep up with all the family news.

Mike and Ann said...

I think you're being a bit hard on yourself Rog. You're not the reverse of a Prince.

Rog said...

Reminds me of the time such a creature took up residence in one of my sandals. Actually it was an open toad sandal.

Z said...

My children all enjoy getting together, but all three (and families) usually manage it only when they come here. It's a very nice idea, making it a monthly arrangement.

I'm very fond of frogs and toads, there are a lot round here - though also plenty of predators. Balance of nature, I suppose.

Mike and Ann said...

Thank you Rog (one of your better ones!!!!!)

Mike and Ann said...

Thank you Rog (one of your better ones!!!!!)

Mike and Ann said...

Hello Z. Ours are fairly far flung now, but we usually manage to get together at least once a year......or so. When we lived on the High Street here, we had an old brick built pond in the garden where frogs bred. One year we had so many tadpoles and froglets that a large old grass snake took up residence, and was almost invariably seen with a small frog drooping from his lower lip like a fag-end. Got a photograph of him somewhere (the grass snake that is).

Pat said...

I thought you meant broom the plant
so your pun went over my head:)

Mike and Ann said...

Hi Pat. Being an intelligent Mr. Toad, he realised that the quick way back to a nice shady garden border, was a scramble over the garden broom, which I would have thought uncomfortable, but it achieved his object.

The clever men at Oxford know all there is to be knowed.
But they none of them knew not half so much as intelligent Mr. Toad.

Crowbard said...

Kenneth Grahame I presume...

The world has held great Heroes,
As history-books have showed;
But never a name to go down to fame
Compared with that of Toad

The clever men at Oxford
Know all that there is to be knowed.
But they none of them knew one half as much
As intelligent Mr Toad!

The animals sat in the Ark and cried,
Their tears in torrents flowed.
Who was it said, “There’s land ahead?”
Encouraging Mr Toad!

The Army all saluted
As they marched along the road.
Was it the King? Or Kitchener?
No. It was Mr Toad!

The Queen and her Ladies-in-waiting
Sat at the window and sewed.
She cried, “Look! who’s that handsome man?”
They answered, “Mr Toad.”