Pond project takes flight
Norfolk reeds in their winter hue, the colour of Dijon mustard, sweep in an arc around one bank length of the pond. The reflection of an ancient oak is on the water, velvet-like and menacing. As black as pitch, it reaches out over the furthest and deepest reaches of the chilling ripples.
In the shallows it is crystal clear and free of terrors, mirroring the overcast winter skies. Gravel of varying grade is revealed accompanied by haphazard masonry, clods of ancient vintage. An array of aquatic herbage rolls to and fro in an eddy caused by the north-easterly breeze. Four patrolling mallard swim in pairs. They are oblivious to my gaze. The ducks dabble in the shallows while the drakes cruise behind; watchful in the proprietorial manner of a boyfriend unsure as to the faithfulness
