We've got our own gang of Hell's Angels up at Streethay. First thing in the morning they come roaring into town, waking us up by banging on the hullsides and then shouting at the windows.
But our Wild Bunch are wild fowl - a gang of local ducks that patrol the stretch of canal, noisily demanding food from us boaters.
They always arrive mob handed - and a mixed mob they are too; white, brown, brown and white, all sorts and sizes. A frothing mass of bread catchers and snatchers.
But there are always exactly 13 of them in the Streethay Mob. And if the day ever comes when only 12 turn up we shall feel just a little bit sad.
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