Wherever we have lived we have made a pond as an essential part of any garden or allotment, as if without it the land is not of mother born.
A place to gaze into as a never ceasing swirl of life
Life is drawn to this centre – to drink, to bathe, to reproduce, to over-winter
Here, with the luxury of not having to do reconstructive work, we have been fettling this clogged orifice
Removing the accumulated detritus
to reconnect the umbilicus of life.