Breakfast

A guy was feeding the swans. brown bread this morning. I'm unsure about that. I remember signs at Abbottsbury Swannery  in Dorset : saying don't feed the swans bread,  it's not good for their livers.
Extra : following the cob away having eaten.

I'd skidded on my bum down the ramp then found I had trouble getting on my feet again : Ahh !.