Collecting conkers in Brittania Square.
Flowers thriving in the long hot summer.
Not flowers but they are
thriving in the hedgerows.
Not sure they're 'ours'........
........but we'll feed 'em anyway.
Enjoying some premium shade.
Coupla-hundred yards further on and 'our lot' appear
from under the trees on the far side of the river.
Get shakin' yer proverbials Vic.
Not that they need any encouragement.
Novice canoeist chooses the wrong moment to get between
swans and their food.
If he's not a novice he's a pillock.
Seven swans and several mallards tucking in.
Territorial local.
Same place as yesterday.
Friendly local continues to get friendlier.
Strategically placed conker.
Olde wifes tale about to be proved or disapproved.
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