Totally QUACKERS
Aug 11, 2022
2 minutes
Walking down the lane from our farm, I glanced over my shoulder.
My lovely granddaughter Freya, then one, trotted along singing nursery rhymes to herself.
Nearing the stream at the bottom of the lane, we stopped to admire the ducks swimming in the water.
‘Ducky!’ she mumbled.
Ever since she could walk, Freya loved coming to stay at ours to see all of
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