Ducks, lakes and arse-brained poltroons

I don't know quite what we've done to deserve this, but Bootham Park seems to be under attack from all sides by human, mechanical and meteorological assailants. All along the road side boundary a charming water feature has developed, complete with resident waterfowl (that brownish blur just left of centre is a mallard).

Unfortunately that's not all. You might think the ongoing battle with knobheads tramping across the square and bored adolescents trying to break into the pavilion was enough to be going on with, but apparently not. Now some arse-brained poltroon has repeatedly driven a heavy vehicle the entire length of the park, churning up a 10-ft wide strip of mud right across our outfield. I don't know who it was, but there are several burly men with cricket bats who'd like a word.