Having pottered about the lower side of the weir for a bit, Mum got bored and jumped up to swim against the flow (you can see how much of a wake it gives her), but the young un's were having none of it. One in particular was quite upset that mum went off without them and fretted about at the bottom the weir and cried. Mum didn't come back whilst I was there - hard love
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