Seconds away from

disaster.

Luca did fall in it.
I managed to pull him out before the crocodiles could get to him.

Our return to the car park was not as leisurely as usual. Luckily enough, today was rather mild.
Bleak and drizzly and grey and miserable BUT mild.

The smell of stale putrid water during the journey back home was quite overwhelming.

I pondered for a while whether there would be a market for a car air-putrifier called "creature from the pond". And then decided that the public at large is not ready for it.