Here are the ducks!

The previous day, I had been watching a pet rescue program where two officers were trying to catch a duck that had the plastic holder from a four-pack of beer round its neck. The duck was paranoid and led them a merry dance, never to be caught - it could still fly and swim. Perhaps this was what reminded me of Ducks Cross. I decided to have another crack at the elusive Landmark.

In the early afternoon, I got onto Katie, without my overcoat for the first time this year (well, in this country, at least.) I zipped up the A1, thoroughly enjoying the freedom of less bulk, and up to Chawston, where I rode to the end of the road, as per my previously studied map. It still didn't look like I had imagined, but this time I found Ducks Cross cottage!

It was very easy to miss, just a very small sign, but I was rather pleased that my map and detective work had paid off. I had my photo session, watched by some guys who were driving a purple dog of a car, maybe to a local scrappie. I even set it up with a plastic yellow duck ;-)

I also did my first perfect u-turn on Katie; boy, was I pleased! On the way back, I got a couple of pictures of thatched cottages for Don, as he had been completely unable to visualise what I was talking about, and then made my way home. I took my photos into Hitchin for express developing, and was very pleased with them when they came back. Now, that's six Landmarks confirmed :-)

I had fun. I did 72 miles, and was out for about two hours. Many months later, the Landmarks letter I received informed me that I was not the only person to have had trouble finding Ducks Cross. But they were right - it was on the map ;-)