This afternoon Jackie and I drove to Hatchet Pond where
a small family were enjoying feeding the birds. Turns were taken to carry the youngest child, while another delighted in tossing the bread.
As always, the gulls, on the bank and in the air, squabbled over the crumbs.
A pair of persistent donkeys silently clamoured for their share. There is nothing more insistent than an animal fixing you with a still and patiently pleading expression.
A couple of cormorants on the far side of the lake were more interested in fish.
Ian returned later in the afternoon and we all dined on Jackie’s splendid pasta Bolognese sprinkled with grated parmesan cheese. Jackie and Ian finished the Chardonnay, while Becky and I consumed the last of the Malbec.