When I arrived here, there was no water feature.
The nearest pond is across the road and the little river Fieffes (more of a stream really) runs through it.
Up on the ‘plateau’, a small clearing before the woods, the subsoil is a soft clay with no stones and Nixon, the Golden Retriever, was enjoying digging a very big hole.
From there, I decided it would be a great place for a wildlife pond, and so the ‘first pond’ was born.
It took me just one afternoon and evening to dig, line, and fill it,
and because of a small hole in the middle of the liner (delivery damage, in fact), it had a curious ‘figure-of-eight’ shape.