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My Pond,  "A few loose ends"

Up until the point where the digging actually started I had had some secret reservations that the downsizing from my original design would be a lasting regret, that I would spend the next years wishing that I had made it bigger.  Now, with the hole actually dug I was beginning to wonder the exact opposite, had I in fact overreached myself. The hole was enormous, it was like standing on the side of the Grand Canyon.  I think Michael also had his doubts, but he grabbed a spade and jumped down to begin the "little" job of tidying up the rough edges.

A mechanical digger may move soil quickly but the same does not hold true for the humble shovel.  By late evening we had cleared less than half of what was required and darkness finally stopped play at around 10:30.  All I can say is that I slept like a baby.

Sunday, and a new day brought with it fresh enthusiasm for the task ahead, which lasted for well over an hour until a dull clang made our hearts sink.  It was the face of the shovel striking something very solid, and very big.  Another hour's digging revealed the 'Find' in all it's glory, a quarter-scale model of The Rock of Gibraltar, right where one of the bottom drains should be.  For almost 30 minutes all we could do was walk around it and stare.  With the aid of a 3M scaffolding plank we could lever it around, but we had absolutely no chance what-so-ever of actually lifting it out of the pond.

Never one to be stopped by the first hurdle Michael quickly came to the only conclusion possible, "What can't go up, must go down..!" and we set about digging a suitably sized hole in an unobstructed corner of the pond.  An hour later and we rolled or boulder into it and covered it over, and then got back to the main job.   By nightfall on the second night we have a hole with nicely sloping side walls and a slightly dished floor, and as big as Harland and Wolff's Dry Dock.