revenge of the killer ducks

Granted, I know I 'should' be posting about what to wear to New Year's Eve parties - and I haven't shown you any London streetstyle in a coon's age (what's the point: there is currently no one on the streets here in South Ken, and in the West End everyone is a tourist) and I know that every time I post something that's not style related, I lose a few followers, but I can't help it: I can't think of anything that any designer could create that is more magnificent than the feathers on a live duck's back.



(Actually... to tie in this post with something style related, as per Pearl's suggestion, and as coincidentally Roz mentioned in an email - bizarrely coincidental, as it was also simultaneously - I suppose I could have tied it in with a be-featuered McQueen piece, but I do try to stick to the mostly pics by Polka Dot rule, so instead have included one of my favourites from the Archives: Leila, above, at my first London Fashion Week, September 2009).


We were in Ludlow, before meeting Roz and her family, and had asked a nice man on the street if it was safe to park where we did (it was) and he told us about the best hot chocolate in town, at the Green Cafe 'down past the castle, on the river' (more about the hot chocolate later). We had picked up a great free range chicken for Christmas at the butcher's, queuing outside the shop, and had found some amazing home made butter and tea cakes in the outdoors market, and.. well, I'm guessing these ducks aren't cannibals and were more interested in the bread than the chicken, but when he realised they were following him, we begged a stale half a loaf off the kitchen and that's when the feeding frenzy began.











My gifted boots that have got me thru December without catching the flu, by MOU. Duck feathers, Nature's Own.