There’s a house I can see from the all-weather path. It’s quite low down so the height of the path provides a panoramic view of it and its row of neighbours in both directions. I like comparing the back gardens. It’s easy to pick the ones that have children and the ones that house gardeners.
The house I mention is clearly owned by a gardener (or two) as well as children. It has been well planned though not in a way that reduces users to not touching anything. It looks lived in and approachable: basically it’s how a garden should be.
The garden has three unique features. Well, unique as far as my walk into Farnham is concerned.
Firstly it has a beautifully made pond up the back. Lined with big, sandstone blocks providing all manner of shapes and shadows around the edge, in isolation it could be a natural park feature. It sits in a back section where a small shed and beds surround it.
The back section is cut off from the rest of the garden by a perfect rustic fence. In this, the main section of the garden, is the second unique feature. This is an in-ground trampoline.
Plenty of houses that back onto the park have trampolines. They are the big ones that feature a huge safety net around them and they are perched on a metal stand so you need to climb up to it. The in-ground one has no such impediments to joyous jumping. It is merely a black, bouncy covering over a sizeable hole in the ground.
As well as being incredibly unobtrusive, it also provides a strange experience for the third unique feature of this house and garden.
Since the construction of the pond, the garden has acquired four wild mallard ducks. There are two females and two males and they can often be heard honking at each other as they waddle around on the grass. You can hear them from quite a distance before you reach the house but it isn’t until you are almost opposite that you see what they are actually doing.
They appear to be intrigued with the in-ground trampoline. One will approach the edge and the others will immediately warn her away from such a dangerous object. It could be quicksand or a snake pit or…well, who knows what ducks think? Whatever they think, it appears that they fear it.
Then, this morning, I witnessed the conclusion to this brave Duck Exploration. One of the female ducks actually walked on the trampoline. The other three ducks just stood and watched as their friend wobbled across the rubber surface. No quacking, no squawking, nothing but admiration for such a brave duck. It was lovely to see.
A little further along the path is a place that I call The Blue House though, as Mirinda pointed out to me it is actually white. With blue window frames.
This house belonged to an incredibly old lady who used to walk her dog. I’d see her most days then it was just the lady so I assumed the dog had died. Then there was no old lady either and the house was put up for sale.
Very quickly, after the sale, the garage was taken down and the back garden flattened out with all rubbish taken away. The hedge along the side was removed and two thirds of a fence erected.
There was a mad flurry of work which has now ceased, I assume because of Christmas. Hopefully there’ll be more to report sometime in 2019.