Any shallower & I'll be forced to walk.

After the "essentials" we took off for the hinterlands & ended up in Pooley Bridge. The, inevitable, "brew" was partaken in Granny Dowbekins Tearoom I couldn't believe it wasn't an invented name, but seems not 2 B.

Oh? The Duck?? While there I waddled my way down to the railings overlooking the river: which, I think, was the lowest I've seen it for some considerable time.
"This 'ere duck" was stood-standing right slap bang in the middle of what used to pass for a river.

Note to nit-pickers - I KNOW that duck's a Drake.