“Provide the habitat and the living things will come” has been a truism but now reading Mark Cocker’s Our Place
a fascinating autopsy of the state of our wildlife does beg the response – ok, if it has somewhere to come from.
However, creating a pond and watching
it fill with activity
must be one of the most satisfying experiences ever.
Eighteen months ago it was a hole in the ground
slowly filling up
A year ago it was ringed by barren earth
Two months ago it was frozen over
Now it could almost be called mature
Each day another water lily leaf surfaces
trying to Monet-ise the water
This pond, known as “The Lake” is pond number three. We inherited two and the water lilies come from a metre diameter tub which is crammed with them and…
come to The Lake to suck water from the moss at the edge
Meanwhile pond number four awaits development in a completely different place