More ducks. We hadn’t got anything to feed them with, and they weren’t all that pleased about it.
A couple of guys in a red Peugeot looked on with amusement.
Given that this was a derelict asylum in the middle of nowhere, there were people walking around with
dogs, old ladies chatting on benches, cars in the car park, small children falling in holes. It was like a park.
And, of course, photography is prohibited. Not that we’d seen a sign yet. But it's not allowed.