Cyril's back!!

Undeterred by puppy dogs and feisty neighbourhood mogs, Cyril has emerged for summer!!

Well, so Steve says. Despite sitting impatiently beside the pond, splishing the water, pushing the water-lilies, and throwing bits of mud in the corners, I haven't been honoured with a visit from the lovely Cyril.

Every time Steve passes, of course, he hops out onto the rocks and looks at him.

Damn froggy. It probably doesn't help that Holly (who mistakes "Froggy!" for "Holly!") comes to help me look.

But tonight I will wait beside the pond with a camera, quietly, until he gets out. Promise.