Sometimes you do wonder...

Walking back from feeding a friend's rabbits earlier this evening, we saw a car pull up next to the village green. A rather nicely-dressed woman in her late twenties/early thirties got out and walked across the grass towards our corner of the Green. As she got to the point where the water disappears into the culvert under the road, a muddy, wet and very naked young man rose from the duckpond to greet her. He then got dressed and they left together.

Of course, being British we walked past pretending that we hadn't noticed that he was stark b*ll*ck naked.

But I'd love to know why there was a naked man in the village duckpond...