Yeah, duck racing. It’s a thing.
We used Easter Sunday to visit my parents, who were holidaying in Pateley Bridge. The camp site was running a duck racing competition, so they had bought us a duck each. The concept is that they tip all the ducks in at the one end of the stream and the first to make it down to the next bridge is the winner.
It was so popular this year that they had to have six heats, with the top handful going through to the final. Sadly none of our ducks were fast enough to qualify. It’s a shame, as the grand prize was a respectable £50.
However, at least Elina can now say she has been to a real English duck race.
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Tags: duck racing, ducks, parents, pateley bridge, yorkshire
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