I think the cygnets must have been born in the park. The cob is doing his impression of Schwarzenegger in the Terminator, chasing anything and everything that moves within 50 yards of the serenely indifferent pen on her nest. His wings are puffed up, he chases ducks half flying and landing on them if they so much as look at him.
Today is also the day of the Women's 10K race in Glasgow, and every year, twice a year, we are completely cut off from the outside world. Today, in order to walk the dog, I had to run through the runners.
A marshall shouted at me that I was interfering with the runners. I shouted back that would he prefer I drove through them as I couldn't get out of my house.
I'll probably be arrested.