A view across the garden pond. A year or so after we moved in, while we were still tweaking the garden here and there, @shepherdmanswife went off on a girlie weekend, leaving me at a loose end, and so I dug a pond, as you do when you have a few hours to spare. By the time I finished, I had made a hole, deep at one end, and shallow at the other, with nice neat sides. I lined it with the proper liner, and stood back to look. It was now just a hole with a plastic liner. I carefully positioned some rocks around the edge and stood back. It was now a hole with rocks around the edge. Even when I filled it with water, it was just a hole full of water with rocks at the edge. Somehow it wasn’t a pond. @shepherdmanswife came home, and agreed that we now had a garden that was now graced with a hole full of water. And so the following weekend we emptied most of the water from the hole, shovelled soil away from here and into there, created a slope into the pond, relaid the liner, carefully positioned the rocks, added some pebbles, and lo and behold we had a pond. It just needed @shepherdmanswife ‘s magic touch.
