Morning froglettes,

Well, now that Easter is over for another year and the disaster of my melting Easter bonnet has been well and truly forgotten (well, it has by me anyway!), life is now all about fishing – and worms – heaven.

Yesterday, I was fishing with Teacup who has just come back from her holiday. She came with me in my coracle and we found a nice grassy bank not far down the stream where we sat, fished and chatted away.

In one of those quiet breaks when the sun was out and we huddled under a lily leaf to keep cool, this was our conversation:

“So, what was your favourite bit of your holiday, Teacup?” I asked.

“Going to the best playground in the whole, wide world,” she replied.

“Really?” I asked in a surprised tone and turned to look at her.

“Oh, Errol, it has an enormous sandpit with a small fountain on one side and an enormous wooden table in the middle where we made sand food and sand animals, there are big slides that we whizzed down really fast, fantastic tree houses where we hid from the sun, tunnels that go under a hill where we hid and shouted for each other and a huge grassy area where we played hop chase.  There was also a big, wooden frog that we played on.”

“Sounds like lots of fun,” I replied.

“Oh, Errol, it was. My friends and I went there every day and then we ate special worm treats afterwards.”

“So you’re glad to come home?”

“Well, it was sad to leave but I am glad to see you and Herring Gull Harry again. I will have to show you this brilliant playground one day,” she replied. “ Maybe we could go next holiday. Besides, Errol, what is life if it is not huddling under a lily leaf with you while the sun is out.”

A visit to a brilliant playground – what a thought!  I’m happy again, froglettes.

E