Its been a strange couple of weeks in a "fishy" kind of way. It all started when I saw the wildlife pond at Ellies nursery, it was writhing with tadpoles and bugs and newty things - the sort of stuff that kids love. And so, within just a few minutes, I decided to build a pond. I had the perfect spot - a patch of concrete in the corner of the Mews which until now has been a dumping ground for barbecues, scooters, garden waste etc. The plan developed over the next few days and work got under way soon after. I am now at about the halfway stage, all the blockwork and steel reinforcements are in, next week I can put the liner in and start filling her up. Then comes the fun bit, finding critters to live it, we are all looking forward to buying some fish and then just sitting and staring into the murky depths... Brilliant.
But then, in a weird coincidence kind of way, I got a phone call from my friend Pat.... "Do you want a fish tank with fish, pump, lights, heater and a bubbly wotsit ?" "Bloody hell, yes please.." I said, and after a few hazardous journeys in the Merc carting drums of "matured" aquarium water back to the house, and a little bit of electrickery, we are now the proud owners of a tropical fish tank, complete with 3 Neon Tetras, and a Hi-Fin Platy. Once they've settled in, we'll go in search of more little fishies, Alison wants one of those bug eyed ones, and I want one of those mini shark looking ones. And maybe a miniature shipwreck and a diver with bubbles coming out of his head....
