No Fishing

You’d have a job catching any fish in this pond at the moment. I’ve often blipped it on my travels to and from the hairdresser in Buckhurst Hill, but it doesn’t usually look like this. Around the margins of the pond there were some bright green unidentified shoots springing up, but the centre was completely dry and cracked, with just one coot walking around forlornly in search of food.

Since my return home after my hair cut I’ve been cloistered in the craft room, desperately trying to conjour up a large quantity of cards to put into the Atrium stand when it re-opens after the summer break. For some reason the time seems to have gone at breakneck speed, and all my good intentions at the beginning of the holidays came to naught. There’s nothing else for it, I’ll have to install a bed down here for the duration!