Pond life...

As we sat outside the pub after a splendid carvery lunch to celebrate what would have been mum & dads 58th wedding anniversary while Miniman was running round, climbing & chasing anyone that wanted to be chased, I saw this lovely specimen skipping over the water.

The duck pond at Baxterley. Once an overgrown quagmire. I spent hours there when I was at junior school as a community clean up project (quite proud of it looking back). Now an oasis for wildlife including some very noisy ducks who were having one hell of a domestic. Reminded me of mum & dad in times gone past. Dad used to quack at mum when she was telling him off. It made me giggle and mum get even madder!!