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We were sat just where the river meets the salmon jump and the small kiosk sits. The day was pleasant so therefore everyone was out making the most of the sun. I was watching the ducks with there velvet hoods bobbing along the mirror of water, every so often they’d ruffle there fathers and branch there wings.

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