Drake

I enjoyed a pub lunch today with old friends. We talked over old times and tried to put the world to rights as always.
My route across the county took me near to a pond I remembered. I turned off to get my blip, but was sad to see it sadly neglected. The water was low and there was litter in the margins. A lone drake came to greet me, expecting to be fed. He was disappointed, but he was a handsome fellow so he was blipped. I managed to crop out the rubbish on the edge of the pond!