Okay, I admit
that title is wrong on so many levels
First, I was not on the pond
and, secondly, there was nothing golden about it
but writing "Mucking About Beside Weed Infested Pond" just don't have the same gravitas
Today, I took upon myself the back-breaking task of clearing the pond
It was full of bladderwort, hydrilla, some over- grown grasses... you name it, we probably got it
According to my gardener, a pond without weed is a puddle
he can count on his lucky star I was not in my usual homicidal mood
the weather was simply fabulous
and I managed to clear what little bit that I could
Probably need to hire some muscles to clear the bits in the middle of the pond
me hands are simply not long enough!
We haven't come up with a name for it.
A seal of approval from a visiting grey heron