Sometimes, life is surreal.
Sometimes, you just have to look on and wonder.
Wonder what?
Exactly.
The Lake at lunchtime.
I have no idea where those mountains have come from…
I must apologise. I blame Brexit.
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Brexit has a lot to answer for. 😅
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A lot of frowns and headaches, Sylvia, that’s for sure! 😀
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Can you imagine if you really saw this while out strolling on day? What a shocker that would be. Then again pretty much everything is a shocker these days….The world is upside down….VK 🙂
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Yup! We’ll soon be so used to shock, VK, we’ll become immune to it.
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well a duck that size being followed by a white tiger and lion would certainly sort out Brexit, even if the mountains don’t!
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Becky, a duck that size can do what it wants with Brexit! 😀
(It is just a normal-sized duck, though, photographed at a funky angle) 😉
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Reminds me of the kitten in The Goodies!
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Being, erm… 24, I can’t say I remember… 😉
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🤣
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Ahem.
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Hmmm, I might be wondering what I’d eaten or drunk… 😉
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I very often find myself wondering that, Diane! 🙂
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