While Steve was travelling to York to pick up my brother to go to see 'Porcupine Tree' in Newcastle, I decided to clean out my pond. Not a very good idea while still wearing my most comfortable, velvet, lace-up pumps. Before they got totally ruined with muddy water I quickly changed into my lovely pink floral wellies, which are now pretty useless as are split in quite a few places. These fashion wellies just don't live up to the standard that wellies should. Anyway, I thought I would probably rescue a handful of frogs as I've only seen a couple in there these last few weeks. The ones that were mating, mentioned in an earlier post sadly disappeared after I tried to clean the leaves out a few weeks ago, they obviously don't like disturbance, or maybe our pond just wasn't good enough. I coudn't believe that on counting them, while putting them back in, I actually had 27 frogs. That is from a very small pond, one of the smallest you can buy. I can't imagine how many you'd get in a large pond, or even in a natural pond, there must be hundreds.

When we first built our pond we named a few of our first frogs as they were quite distinctive in their looks. This one we named Homer because of his light green, almost yellow colour. Another one we named Nelson as he only had three legs. Sadly they never returned the next year but we get a constant supply each year to keep us interested. I am just waiting for the day we get some newts.

I am told I missed an excellent gig in Newcastle but am really looking forward to seeing two great bands at the beginning of June, 'Marillion' in Leeds and 'Dream Theater' at Newcastle. Roll on June.