Ducks...

...are my favourite animals, which is really handy, I don't have to go to the Serengeti to see them or anything, or even London Zoo, we've got them by the pond-load in our local parks! Today we drove over the moors to Whitby for the day, and stopped at Scaling Dam resevoir to eat our sandwiches (and to buy a pint-mug of tea from the mobile cafe), where we also fed the ducks. My enduring memory from today will be Joni, running towards a (flock?Gaggle?Murder?) of ducks: seeing them fly off one by one as she got just that bit too close with her outstretched arm offering bread...we think she wanted them to eat from her hand, she was (it was funny though) upset when they had all flown off, "Oh no, oh no!!".

Becky also had a go at me (she has a point) about the way I try to extrapolate a general rule from every small comment she makes (e.g. this (very pretty) road to Whitby is (because she travels it a lot) boring she says, he says with a face so straight and in a voice so cold, "any road well travelled by a person will become boring"), you can see the way I do that in this blog...