We went for a ride out yesterday afternoon and I thought we’d have a look at Budby Flash. All was not well.
The smell should have alerted me, a very ripe and festering cabbagey sort of smell. However, it didn’t, and as I scanned the pond, looking at a few apathetic mallard, it was Julia’s observation from the other side of the bridge that alerted me to the full horror of the situation – “I don’t think the Kingfisher will be diving into this lot!”
I had a look at the other side of the Flash, and was amazed at what I saw – acres of blanket weed. Thick weed, too, not just a light covering but swathes of weed several inches thick.
In the distance a Moorhen was actually walking on the weed instead of swimming.
It’s a hazard to fish, though the few we saw seemed healthy enough, and I’m not sure what, if anything anyone will do about it. So there you are – a useless report, which proves that facts, though factual, are not necessarily interesting.
I could use that as a subtitle.