There are three types of people who genuinely enjoy visiting ponds to feed the ducks as a pastime; People who are retired, people who are about to retire and some easily amused toddlers.
And then there is me.
Normal people in their 20's do not go off on their own to parks on weekends in order to chill out and feed the ducks. This is why I am so happy that plenty of my friends' kids are now getting into duck feeding age and I can use them as an excuse. Same goes when it comes to going to the cinema to watch Frozen.
The road to the duck feeding was not as straight forward as I would have wished. I am the biggest time optimist in the world and I have a strong tendency to think that anywhere in London Zone 1 is within a 20 minutes walking distance. Several times I've discovered that this is not accurate the hard way, and by the hard way I mean the bleeding foot blister way.
New to London, my friend from back home, the Trainee Housewife also had to be harshly reminded of my somewhat unrealistic attitude towards time and distance when heading from Fulham to Battersea. It does not take 20 minutes, in case anyone was wondering.
After getting through about a million miles by foot, we had to surrender to a pit stop and organise for the promised ice cream to the very brave little lady who didn't complain once during the two hour walk to the pub and wine and coffee for the slightly bigger ladies who were unlike the 2 year old getting much crankier along the way.
3 hours after starting the journey towards the park, we are finally at the pond, armed with burger buns for the birds. The ducks seemed to like burger buns and both me and the little lady were loving it.
Time for me to retire and join a twitching club soon I reckon.
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| Ice Cream Pit Stop! |
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| Happy Little Lady! |
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| Happy Little Ducks! |
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