Big feet

Dropped H off at the spa for her hen party. She is mother of the groom.
Walked into town along the river.  This duckling was on an upturned boat.  It was very fluffy and its feet seemed be too big for such a small body.  
Came home for lunch and then pottered in the garden.  H couldn't decide whether to stay with us or catch a later train home.  Eventually she decided to head home so we took her to Basingstoke station for the later train. She was certainly fragrant after the spa treatments and had enjoyed the day. 
Home for a drink and a leftover guest biscuit and macaron treat. 
Good to be back in our own bed.