Swans. In St Mark's Park.

The swans seem to like the bridge they've found, I suspect there is a nesting site further along amongst the tree that they have their eye on.

As soon as I walked under the bridge they both made a bee-line for me, so someone has been feeding them, probably the local mums and toddlers. 

Somewhere between work and home I have lost a brioche. I know I took it away with me when I left my desk, but it was not in my possession when I opened the front door. Ah me. Good job my head is firmly attached.