Ducks away

Our friends from Portscatho took me out for breakfast (JJ had gone to golf) before setting off home, having toured England and a bit of Scotland over the past couple of weeks. Their friends and relatives are getting older, so they thought they would visit them while they were still alive as they're easier to talk to.

I ventured down to the side of the lake to see if the Mallards would co-operate as they were on dry land waiting to be fed. I hadn't been there long before they took flight heading back to water. A wretched little cairn terrier decided they were fair game, so that ruined that and this is what you've got.