Runner number 2 has been beside herself with excitement all week. For yesterday was the Reedham Duck Race. Of all the excitement and jollities on offer, the chance to watch several hundred yellow plastic ducks slug it out as the tide turns was second to none.
The large yellow shiny thing in the sky (it’s so long since I last saw it I have forgotten its name) came out and somebody remembered to turn the taps off. So it was both warm and dry as the boss and I sat outside the Nelson
sipped our cider (a very fine dry Kingfisher and an exceptionally good but slightly sweeter Whin Hill)
and tapped our feet and occasionally sang along to the bands.
The flower displays were phenomenal.
The beer was flowing
And we had a lovely day