I spend more time than I probably should just sitting on this bench, most often drinking tea, sometimes just sitting. I peer into the dark waters on a cold day like today and I try to see something. I don't know what, just something. In the past I have seen a newt or two; in the Spring it is full of frogspawn. I often see frogs wandering around the garden yet rarely see them swimming in the pond. In my mind I picture them doing an unhurried breast-stroke just under the surface.Yet there I sit, patiently staring into its dark depths. It is deep, over the top of the welly deep at its heart. I ponder sometimes on those ponds that people dye black to make them more reflective. I can understand why they want the reflections, they can be very dramatic and in a less deep pond then the dye stops you just seeing the bottom of the pond.
and still I sit, patiently staring into its depths and I wonder if it was dyed black what chance I would have of seeing anything? Mine is a different sort of pond, it was planned with wildlife in mind and frogspawn probably isn't welcome in a dyed pond. My pond would be bereft without the life within it.
and there I still sit, patiently almost meditatively, still starting into its depths and I wonder what I am looking for?
Nessie?
Could be.......
