Down by the river

I was early for my appointment in Leatherhead this morning so I stopped near the ancient bridge over the River Mole and watched the ducks. The ducklings were nearly as big as the adults, but had no colourful markings. They came ashore to collect food being thrown by a little girl. There is endless fascination on feeding ducks. Meanwhile there was a very sleepy heron, dozing midstream on a pile of driftwood. (Extra)