Dabbling

Had to go up to the West End office; met colleague W who was about to head for the train to Milton Keynes and asked if I would be at tomorrow's meeting. Had to admit that I wouldn't be, since I'm taking the opportunity to use up some more "terminal" leave. It felt like I was playing truant!

When I got back to the Shore I noticed Mr & Mrs Mallard quietly dabbling in the horrible patch of rubbish that accumulates behind the boom (v close to where the swan usually nests). I cropped several old detergent bottles out of the shot. I suppose they must be finding something duck-licious in there though.