The Annual Duck Race

Just behind our house is a little river and it is here in St Brannock's C13th churchyard that they hold their annual duck race.

It has become a bit of a tradition in our household to bet on a few ducks,
over indulge in a cream tea, play splat the rat and peruse the book stalls.

Today Mr Burnsie and I snook off to the Black Horse for a pint of Doombar and a G and T.

Well, it would be rude not to!

* Numpty disclaimer*
I have no documentary evidence that the congregation of St Brannock's have been racing plastic ducks since the 13th century. .........
That was just a bit of poetic licence!