Casualty

Wednesday

Not a very nice picture but lots of squashed toads (or frogs) to step over on my early morning walk with Hetty.

When we were children, living in Malta, my parents took us out somewhere with a lake and a lot of frogs. The story goes that my sister, Louise, removed her shoes and socks and took great pleasure in squashing the creatures with her bare feet. How much is true and how much is family myth, I don't know but I recall the day.  

Gorgeous day today (but not for frogs/toads)