Are there no hungry ducks in Scotland?

The boys and I have been carting around a bag full of stale bread for two days now. None of our feathery friends are remotely interested in it. Balmaha ducks were out for the day. Milngavie ducks turned their beaks up. Oh, well...

Eldest and I went to the duck pond in Milngavie today and found ourselves wandering until we ended up at the reservoir (completely ill-equipped I might add - trainers and flimsy/no coats didn't cut it). Not to worry, eldest had a great time rolling down the slope back to the boggy bit, where the pipe that I've blipped lays. Rolling down slopes, crawling through pipes, climbing ropes and clambering over walls. He did all of them, I did some of them (now I think of it, I did one of them - poor show, me).

It was special spending time with just eldest today. He's completely his own person, with his own views, opinions and qualities and he teaches me new things every day. I'm in awe of him.