The Duck Pond

Boris Vian’s ‘The Froth of the Daydream’ must have left an impression, far beyond the Pils-paved streets of Freiburg (see last blog). Because recently, whilst in Wales (a country known for its blubber – Dawn French, Dylan Thomas, Tom Jones, Welsh Cakes), I once more found myself focusing on foam. 'Foam Cut To Size', but I could hardly believe my eyes, as one foam led to another, and in no time at all I found myself staring into a duck pond.

I only got one shot at the duck before the wind picked up, leaving it dead in the water.