OK, I say.
Off we go, armed with bread.
Hello Mr Mallard she says and hello Mrs Mallard she says again.
Ducks, ducks she sings,
Where are you?
We've got some bread for you, she calls singing the words, surprisingly gently, to them.
We get dive bombed, of course.
The bread is not for you pigeons, she objects.
The seagulls win and nick the bread.
We are surrounded by seagulls and pigeons, all around us and our bright pink buggy.
This was not the quiet walk to feed the ducks I had in my mind.
How do we get out and away from the masses that have encircled us?
"Winter" post for One Week day 3 over at Older Mum - where you can read more!