Ducklings

Somehow we* spent an awful long time, this morning, sitting on first one then another then yet another folding camping seat. Then changing our minds and starting over again. I blame the store for having so many options, but in the end a choice was made. And reconsidered. And remade. Heh. You know we'll have chosen the wrong one, and it'll be my fault.

Afterwards, we slipped down to Slimbridge for a wander around the wetlands. These fellows were making tentative attempts at independence, and then reconsidering and rushing back to mum. And thinking about making a break for it again. And having second thoughts... It all felt very familiar somehow.

* you know what I'm saying, don't you...