It's been such a long, hard winter here in the Peak District that everything is late this spring...the daffodils, the forsythia, the flowering currant, the seething stew of mating frogs in the pond. But now the frogs are at it - see those huge mounds of frogspawn, and just listen to their ribeting. Don't you think it sounds like the revving of tiny motorbikes?
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