Duck Race

Each year my parents village race bath ducks down their brook and we thoroughly enjoy this event. This collage is a little chaotic but that it is kind of how it feels. It shows some of the highlights of the day.

The girl strolling hand in hand with her grandpa, gazing up with love and respect. The boy empty his welly (we have one of these every year, normally it is the girl though that has wellies full of water)
The girl and boy going through the kissing gate with the obligatory kiss for Grandpa.
The boy enjoying his first ice cream of the year.
The ducks dashing down the brook at full pace.

I love days like this.