In which we meet a family of ducklings and make pretty things
Early one morning I was on my way to the gym. I was riding along the M1 at a fairly good lick. The car in front swerved to the right to avoid something in the road. Having recently had a very close shave on my bike I decided not to swerve and to hit whatever it was. From a distance it looked to me like a cardboard box or a paper bag in the road, only when I'd passed did I realise that it was a mother mallard duck with a brood of 6 new-born baby ducklings. In the middle of the M1. At 6:30am. Fortunately I missed.