My journey to work is short. If it weren't for having to collect the bread I wouldn't have to go on a road, just up the farm track from my home to the tea rooms. This morning as I bumped my way through the potholes I saw a beautiful sight to which my rubbish photography on my phone cannot do justice:
Mother Duck was very anxious to get her ducklings to safety and they moved pretty quackly (sic). I watched them make their way to the Court lake. I couldn't stop smiling.
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