I was enjoying my garden and cleaning some of my roses when suddenly I heard someone walking over the path which leads from the gate to my cottage door....

I thought it could be Professor McLivet, my neighbour, who always runs out of something and comes to ask me to lend him this and that...usually a half bottle of sherry or a can of beer.

My surprise was immense when I realized that the visitor was none other than....my nephew Frimpong Bear, with whom you probably are a little familiar.

Frimpong doesn’t pay me a visit very often.

He’s a professional traveller and, when he can take a break, he usually stays in his own flat in central London,though usually for only a very few days.

Frimpong told me he had tried to phone me when he was in Norfolk, but it was my turn to be absent then.

“Frimpong," – I cried out loud- "you are not supposed to be in Bearshire, you, you....”

“Take it easy, Auntie, I simply felt like spending a day with you, I have something to tell you, then I’ll go back to my travel destination, my host will hardly notice my short absence, I told him I was going for a walk...”

If you feel like knowing what Frimpong had to tell me and why he had come to see me...be so patient to wait for my next post.

For the time being enjoy my roses...they smell so nicely, don't they?