This is a pond at the top of Mowsbury hill, fed by a leat or ditch. It's hidden by undergrowth but was catching the intermittent sunlight this morning. The pond-water seemed almost red and dusty in contrast to the blue mud and the green nettles. Squirrels quarrelled up and down the trunks and a moorhen prodded about on the water beneath a cloud of flies. Later, I went to the allotment to rescue my beans. Those that haven't been eaten by slugs were choked by bindweed. I borrowed Brian's sickle for the long grass. |