Our new pond is appealing. Two or three months ago we dug a hole large enough to place an old bathtub in and filled it with pebbles, plant-life and, of course, that hardy annual found in all ponds, that new-fangled water stuff. A couple of lovely frogs have pitched up there in the past fortnight and some spawn we were donated from another pond lover has now turned into tadpoles which have very recently grown legs. Our in-between tad-frogs are smashing. The pond changes every day; it’s a pleasant area to gaze upon and pass a merry minute.