Woke up in the morning and found it was misty.
Got out of the hotel and walked as far as I could.
Came to a river estuary where the river meets the sea.
The place was completely quiet apart from the occasional quacks of the wild ducks.
I sat on the pebble protected shallow beach, watching the ducks.
By now more ducks have moved out from the beach; I presumed that they didn’t like me the stranger.
I admired how blissful these ducks were and have the place almost completely to themselves – except for the intrusion of this stranger.
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