Duck Race

I woke with a start having overslept.
Church with mum then she treated us to lunch at the Aviator.
Once I got the boys talking about their plans for inter railing next year, mum was very chatty, asking them what countries are on the list and where they should go! Norway came up, of course, as Alex and his family went on the Iona cruise ship last year, which is the one she has been on, twice. She was in her element. 
Onto a little village called Wighton for the annual duck race, meeting up with Michael, Jo and Matilda, who'd come up for a few days. We bought our duck names and went with the main 'duckman' to observe the ducks going in, then back to the bank and finish line! This happened 3 times and no winners for any of us but a fun hour! We arranged to meet up in Wells later for a pizza.
We were going to try the new 'Flour' but it was heaving, so onto the Golden Fleece for their selection, which was also alot cheaper! A lot of laughter and chat.