One fearless little frog

After a very uninspiring 9 holes of golf, (I blame the wind for my rotten play), L and I headed along the coast to St Monans to have coffee with friends Rae and Hugh.

There was a lovely sheltered spot in their garden from where we could watch the activity at the bird feeders and admire the colourful display of flowers. I went for a wander and among the grass at the bottom of a wooden step I spotted this little frog. He struggled and struggled to get on top of the step and his endeavours were eventually rewarded.

According to Rae he is quite a regular visitor coming from the pond in the next door garden.