Once long ago, in a garden right outside my back door, the time was right.
“Let’s have a pond,” I suggested, envisaging an adorable little water feature.
We decided on a place for the pond, in the middle tier just behind the recently completed brick garden edging.
With a husband still reasonably keen and enthused on occasional garden projects, he set about digging said pond. Because we have a very large block of land for a suburban house, of almost one third of an acre, a tiny pond was not an option. It didn’t look that big when he sketched an outline with the shovel.
He has always been good at digging, and before we knew it, the pond had potential to become a veritable lake.