On a country lane near where I live, a patch of grass that was swamped with rain over winter began to cater for some new inhabitants. Rubber ducks of all shapes and sizes started popping up on the surface of the flooding - the work of one person? Or a series of people continuing the prank of one another? I guess we'll never know. Now, however, after a while without rain, the patch has finally dried out, but the various ducks remain scattered across the parched ground.