SOUTHSEA GREEN: Mystery of the old pond

My nanny's garden seemed endless when I was little. In truth, it wasn't, but when you're six, the bottom of the garden seems a long way away.      Â

Tuesday, 5th June 2018, 11:01 am
Updated Tuesday, 19th June 2018, 2:42 pm

I was always fascinated by a rectangular path around a small patch of grass. I'd ask my nanny to tell me about it, time and time again, even though I knew the story.

It had once been a pond, but had been filled in when my mum was a child. This sparked my imagination, and I would often tread carefully, making sure I didn't '˜fall in'.

I remember running around, with the spongy grass beneath my bare feet; the smell of freshly-cut grass in the air and washing on the line. My brothers and I would collect apples from a huge tree, and race up and down the lawn again and again.

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Scrumping for apples - happy childhood memories.

Happy memories that gave me an appreciation and love for gardens. The garden remains, but has been transformed... but that's a story for

another day..

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