As some people will know, we are part way through the regeneration of the pond behind the office. We turned a near tragedy into an opportunity when the pond had to be emptied of water, and we have cleaned and cleared it out ready to be refilled with water and restocked with fish.
The accumulated silt that had reduced the depth (not to mention the cleanliness) of the water by almost half is now largely dried out and piled behind a spanking new dry stone wall that has been built across one end of the pond. The wall looks so good that we’re slightly reluctant to submerge it, but there we are. So we will soon have a slightly shorter, but significantly deeper and infinitely cleaner pond to sit beside whilst we munch our lunchtime sandwiches.
However, the main point of this blog was to talk about some of the weird and wonderful things that emerge from the depths when you clean out a pond: the pair of scissors that mysteriously disappeared one bonfire night; the assorted bottles ancient and modern (all miraculously intact) and the harvest of unidentifiable bits of metal. Then last week up with the bucket of the digger came a very identifiable lump of metal: an automatic handgun.
As you can imagine, this caused a certain amount of excitement in some members of the office, but they were eventually persuaded that the best thing to do was to drop the article into a plastic bag and call our local police station.
Our meeting area is just inside the front door to the office and I have to say it makes for a somewhat different type of client meeting when a squad car pulls up and a member of the local constabulary walks in and tells reception he’s come to talk to the gentleman with the gun. When he walked out a few minutes later carrying the offending article our reputation had clearly changed in the eyes of said client.
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