|Old Greenhouse, After|
But as I got to the Old Greenhouse area, I said, oh-o. The water in the trench I'd dug was lower than the water in the "pond". I jumped down into that and dug up the wet clay, trying to lower the level. But it was no good. When the Old Greenhouse area "pond" was joined with the drainage channel coming from the flooded area near the northern end of the allotment... it all flowed north, the wrong way, out of my pond and into the new trench, (below, "trench/path"), towards the flooded area.
|A Wiser, Weaker Man|
|The View From Next Door, (Facing East)|
And beneath the path still wants dug out and filled with bricks and the path level raised.
There's going to be a pond/bog at the northern end, whether I want it or no, so I should just get on and excavate it. You can see it in this photo, "The View From Next Door", I took it from the communal raised beds area which adjoins my allotment. I went there just to confirm the levels, and try to get an idea of just how my levels fit in with the surrounding area. It's quite clear, I kind of saw it before. The area where you can see water, in front of the compost cage, (which I need to move, obviously), that will be the centre of the pond.
The big mushkila now will be excavation around that area - the water-logging is dreadful, I sank down almost to the top of my wellies when lifting the paving slabs. Maybe it'll drain somewhat now that I've dug that trench in the course of the path. Bloody hell.
I'm looking at this all as a lesson in what happens, getting caught up in an idea which turns out to be wrong, but which is clung to despite contrary evidence. And what does it matter? Still going to have a pond. I've actually got a pond now. Ha ha ha.
Another good thing today. I did a colossal amount of work in 2 hours: fit as a lop. That last photo is me in the pub. I half expected to be refused a pint, I was so muddy.