The pond in the village Nature Area is shrinking, The water level is going right down. Vandalism is the cause. Repeatedly. The artificial liner designed to retain rainwater and prevent seepage through the underlying chalk, is being pierced, cut, and torn. The volunteers who repair it are now despairing. A new approach to the problem is needed but it will have to wait until the lockdown is over.
Meanwhile, life of a sort continues in the diminished water habitat. The shallower, smaller part of the pond on one side of the wooden bridge is now just damp earth, but a single tiny clump of Marsh Marigolds (King Cups) survives. Only just. Almost picked by a small child whose guardian did not object to the act but didn’t want the child to get dirty.
On the side of the bridge that is still wet, I was surprised to see a pair of mallards. They alighted briefly but were chased away. The greatest surprise of the last couple of months is that there are people who live in this country village who apparently have no real understanding or appreciation of the countryside itself. It seems that some may be discovering the surrounding area by default in the lockdown, and are not knowing how to behave. No idea of the Country Code. Lots of complaints from farmers about damage to crops and disturbance to livestock.