"Hello" I said, "I've bought two ducks."
"You've bought two ducks!?" she said in astonishment.
"Yes. Two little yellow rubber ducks. For charity."
The durham duck race was entirely new to me.
It's fairly straight forward, it's a pound a duck. The ducks are raced down 750 metres of the river and the winner gets £1000.
Pretty fun. I was confident. My ducks were in top form.
That was until I saw the competition. 10,000 others.
My chances were not great and I am pretty sure mine was one of the ones straggling at the back if its sporting ability was anything like mine.
Regardless, it's not every day that you see ducks tipped over a bridge by a tractor driven by the mayor.
I still can't decide if this was fun or just plain weird!