The grass had been cut and was turning green again before the hay could be gathered in. This mother duck and her latest brood of nine fluff-balls had to be shooed away from the weir overflow before they where sucked down into it.
No, this isn’t a garden gnome! I asked him if he had caught anything and he said he’d caught a few, but didn’t say what of. There was a bench mark on one of the bridges.
You probably don’t need me to name these flowers for you, do you?
Whose footprints are these in the muddy puddle then?
These lock-gate supports were cast by B.& B.C.Co, whoever they might be.