We went punting in Oxford the other day, and were joined by various waterfowl, who all wanted a piece of my ciabatta loaf. This swan, however, was the only one who could keep up with the punt, which was racing down the River Cherwell like a greased yacht. Several times she leaned over and almost snatched the bread from my lap, so impatient was she with my attempts to parcel it out bit by bit.
This time we had much more fun than the last time we went punting. This time round we engaged a professional chauffeur, and they threw in a bottle of sparkling wine, a deal I highly recommend.
You can pick up a sundried tomato loaf at Harvey's just down High Street.