Summary
WALKING to the Bude Canal Bridge, I spotted three ducks waddling along the pavement towards me. Not wishing to disturb them, I perched on a seat and watched. They continued until they came to the designated crossing point, where they stopped - as all good pedestrians should - and then waddled on to the central reservation. Pausing for a moment, they set off for the second section; a car came round the corner, the driver spotted the ducks and slowed to a stop. The ducks turned tail and went back to the safety of the middle section. The car drove on. All this was repeated a second time, but then a bus came along - rather fast - on the opposite side. With a mighty flap the ducks were up and away across the canal wall.
All excitement over, I waddled to the crossing with my shopping trolley, got to the middle section and, yes, there was a car coming. I had to wait while not two, but five, cars drove by.See the full content of this document
Extract
Waddle I do now?
Finally, I got across and wandered homewards, humming my version of that popular old song 'Oh! for the wings, for the wings of a duck ...' while reflecting on my position...
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