The duck's picnic.

We took a picnic to Stourhead lake today because it's so hot and lush. Summer at last?

I thought I had made too many sandwiches, forgetting that it was only Claire and I there. Lucky for us I did make so many.

We were raided by a raft of ducks that as soon as we were spotted, came storming out of the lake towards us.

Not shy either. Standing on us, running across the picnic blanket, stealing from our hands.

Claire loved it. In the end we had to surrender most of the sandwiches to the ducks.

Beautiful day, with lots of dragonflies, huge carp wallowing in the shallows and bird life, Claire was transfixed for hours, whilst I read a book.