Quack

Breakfast conducted standing around the kitchen island, fireplace discussions, more walking canalside in bright sunlight (broken record but it's too fab not to mention), lunch, grumbling about getting back to normality, train, flask and paper. Home again home again, jiggedy jig.

This lovely drawing had been left beside one of the magnificent bridges over the canal where the ducks were gathering to be fed, defending themselves from evil seagulls. How lucky we were to pass it.