Frogs in the Wine Vat

Print pagePDF pageEmail page

The one and only Magnetic Island

I don’t like frogs. In fact, I’m petrified of them. Strange that I should chosen to live in a country like France. But apart from the actual people, they don’t have frogs here. Not noticeable ones anyway. Not those great big slimy green ones they have under the toilet seats in Townsville. It took me years to stop lifting the lid to check for bad surprises after I left Australia. A few years ago, I was up in the North with Black Cat staying on my very favourite coral island when I discovered a frog in the toilet in the middle of the night. Well, that was the end of that night’s sleep. I had to steal out in the garden to answer the call of nature and then had to lock myself in the bedroom until morning soI could get a neighbour to come and get rid of it. Black Cat was of no help of course. She goes into hysterics if she sees a spider. When I came home late at night as a teenager, I’d have to wake up my father to come and shoo the frogs and cane toads off the steps so I could get in. He tried teaching me to stamp my feet to frighten them but it didn’t always work. And those cane toads are even worse.

Hunter Valley Vineyards

Now what has this got to do with wine vats, you may ask. Well, on the same trip, after Relationnel had joined me (I treated myself to a whole six weeks in Australia during Black Cat’s exchange year), we visited the Hunter Valley. Friends living there, who also have their own vines, took us along to the Capercaillie Vineyards where they had tracked down a French-speaking winemaker from the New Hebrides. Relationnel, whose English is not exactly fluent, was delighted and so was I as it gave me a rest from have to interpret all the time. Our young winemaker obviously loved to have an audience and regaled us with a wealth of harveting tales. According to him, he opened the vat one day to find a pair of eyes glinting back at him. A frog had been thrown in with the grapes.

Every time I drank that wine, I tried not to think of the frogs.

Capercaillie Vineyards, Hunter Valley
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

5 thoughts on “Frogs in the Wine Vat”

  1. There are now cane toads in Yamba, well below the QLD border. I saw my first ones up there..and shuddered they’re hideous creatures, and they look malevolent.

  2. Migration is a terrible thing. I wouldn’t wish them on any one. I hated seeing them flattened on the road. I shudder just thinking of them.

  3. Some frogs (when they are little) are kind of cute. I do not liked squashed-on-the-road frogs. That’s creepy.
    My sister used to pick frogs up and kiss them. I’m not sure if she was trying to find a prince or if she genuinely liked frogs that much.
    I’m a bit like Black Cat about spiders as well as ants. I can’t stand ants. I guess it doesn’t help that I once sat down on an anthill while picking wild blueberries. Needless to say, I was covered in ants and was bitten all over by them.
    So, frogs are okay but perhaps not in my wine, thanks!

    1. Can’t imagine kissing them! We have a type of frog in North Queensland called bullfrog that I find particularly loathsome. What an awful experience with the ants!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *