...my loch overflowed and nearly caused mayhem around here...I had to put my wellies on and save my planet with a shovel...about a thousand potentially dangerous people were out their being potentially dangerous whilst this was going on...this probably diffuses the whole ordeal somewhat...but only in a small way...
I had a pond at the last place. Maybe 50ft round. Was fed from a hose laid about a hundred meters up a stream that ran through the property, and then through a strainer and to a wee fountain thing in the middle of the pond. Small eels used to get all the way down that bloody 3/4" hose and into the strainer, and they'd just sit there, lurking, waiting for me to come and stick my hand down to pull the strainer out, and then they'd fucking bite me. Had frogs there too. Was a good place.
But in spite of the fact that my son used to paddle the granddaughter around in the dingy I really wanted a few acres of water, so I could mess about in boats proper like.
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
...27 years ago when we first arrived here, the frogs were that noisy, you could not think clearly when outside at night...unless you threw a brick into the dark...that usually shut the closest ones up for a few minutes...over the years, sprays, diesel fumes and other shit have either killed or driven them elsewhere...lucky to hear any now...closer to spring when I get the water lilies and other foliage going I will give Torren a dollar a frog, if he wants to make some pocket money...
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