The pond

A sudden notion took me downstream this creek to an old millpond. The nice lady vacationing in the 1940’s working shack her father built is a direct descendant of the farm’s original owner. She has been smoking and observing +1kg trout rising here all her life. Old family disagreements now forgotten has left the old farmhouse empty. Feel free to use the dock anytime was the last thing she told me.

 

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