raining and I'm standing at the
Ornamental Lake. It's hard to see anything but water. That's
all I see right now. It's sort of muddy green water. But I'm now
island that I used to think was mystical when I was little,
maybe because it seemed a lot bigger and a lot further away. It
was always something I'd dream about. Dream about one day going
out onto the island. I never did.
A lot of work has been done to the lake in recent years, um, they
had a contamination of toxic algae a while back which started killing
off the fish and polluting the water. So I believe they drained
it actually and then refilled it. So consequently, where they've
been re-sculpting the land as well, it's really difficult for me
to remember what's changed. I only have really clouded memories
of what the lake looked like before.
over behind the island. There's now this pool or rivulet or something
that's quite wide and stretching out, stretching out behind it.
It's maybe the length of the whole lake, no, about half the length.
I have no idea whether that was there when I was a kid or not because
the memories are really faded.
I'm standing on the other side of the lake now that I used to look
across at and I don't think we ever walked over this side. It was
always, it was always covered with people with big fishing umbrellas.
Fathers with their sons...or daughters? Rods dangling in the water,
rather hopefully. We never did that when I was a kid. Can't say
I missed it really.
The water's quite clear, clear as in the colour, but rubbish wise,
well, a lot of the lakes on the Common have just had stuff dumped
into them. But this one looks pretty clear. The only thing I can
see is this bottle with its neck sticking out the water like some
kind of periscope. It's almost as though maybe there is some other
rubbish, down underneath the surface but that's the one that has
been chosen to look out. But other than that, it's fairly clear.
In fact, it looks empty. Just [counting] 11 ducks
out on the water? They keep swimming up to me whenever I get
close to the edge, hopeful that I've got some bread for them.
It's funny that not matter what time of day I'm here, the roar of
the traffic never seems to get any quieter or any louder. It's always
just the same rumbling background noise. It never changes.
I've just come across three
old picnic benches. Only they don't have benches, or anywhere
to put your picnic anymore. But it looks as if someone has tried
because one of them is surrounded by plastic cups and raisin packets
and little plastic zippy baggies. [laughter]