Harbouring Thoughts

What a fine, fine day. The harbour has suddenly come to life, and further along the pier the notorious Port O`Leith Motor Boat Club, or POLMBC to you and me, were engaged in sundry dirty activities.
Later on, I birrled the maw about the park and canal. One of the care assistants (a woman with short hair who mum refuses to recognise as anything other than a man) gave us a pile of bread to feed the ducks. It appeared there was only one duck on the whole canal! And it was stuffed with bloody bread.
Right, duties done, I think the cheeky teatime pint could be in order. Pip pip!