Letter - Mallard is day-maker

FRIDAY, late morning, Westgate End.

The traffic came to a sudden halt. A big man, fluorescent jacket, stood in the carriageway, arms outstretched.

Indignation! Why on earth are we being stopped? Then ...

Mrs Mallard, closely followed by her brood of tiny ducklings, crossed the dual carriageway to Wakefield Beck, safely.

Yellow Jacket, you made my day. Bless you!

Jimmy Knappe

Longlands Road