Is this possible? Can anyone write a blog post that has within it more Ducks than our Darren?
Well, yesterday, in 'one last heave' to lose the week's required 14 ounces, Phil & Tini dragged my sorry carcase around Nine Miles - yes nine whole imperial miles - of greasy Cambridgeshire clay. He had us marching up to the top of a hill and he had us marching down again... TWICE!
The man is a sadist.
Anyway - he marched us through the pretty little village of Linton (twice...) where we crossed the little splash on a bridge. And spotted the ducks. Apparently there are now fewer ducks than there used to be and that a local Chinese restaurant has been questioned about the mysterious disappearances...
We got back to the cars slathered in mud, just as it was getting dark and cold. It's life, Jim, but not as we know it.