So 1) I let her wear what she wants. When you see below I don't often let her go out to feed the ducks in a party frock, sparkly cardy and biker boots 2) on the way to ballet we pass a tiny little duck pond so I thought each week we could go there pre the class.
Please do not be under the impression that we live in a tiny country village with a little duck pond and we drive through the countryside to get to the girls ever so posh ballet class. No. We live a stones through from Brum city centre and this is a very odd little bit of water on a main road.
The ducks were super sweet and she really loved it. There was a incident with one of those big ugly not swan, not ducks, goose type birds. It bit her finger. She still mentions it now. Two years on. So she was a bit cautious at first but then got stuck in throwing the bread.
We will defo visit there every week now. Oh it was lovely!