WAITING

"You're a bad lad."

"Oh, come on Dad, finish yer tea and let me get after them ducks...."

I had just parked and set off for work when I saw the dog, then the man. The ducks were splishing and splashing in the canal, inches from the dog's nose. But good boy that he was, he did not leap in after them, yet. Though there were a lot of pleading, doleful glances aimed at his master!

The wafts of smoke belching from their wood burning stove was heavenly.