As a child I spent many a happy hour fishing for tadpoles from this Fish Pond. We used to skim stones across, although I never really got the hang of it, my stones would simply plop into the water, never to be seen again. At the far right of the photograph, you can see a couple of poles. This is where the boat house used to be. It was always a bit dilapidated, but certainly there used to be more of it than there is now.
It's interesting how you remember things and when you go back you see that actually they aren't how you remember them, or things have changed. This I find very interesting. Did we perceive things incorrectly in the first place, did we apply our own meaning to what we were seeing, or was it different in those days? I was reading a book (one of many) a while ago and it referred to the idea of false memories. That at least some of the things we 'remember' we actually have never directly experienced. That we have built memories based on things we've heard, stories pieced together over the years to create a whole new memory! Yet we believe these memories, as if they're actually true. As if they did really happen. Fascinating isn't it to think that our brains could actually believe what we're telling them? That we can base our current reality ,at least to some extent on things that never actually happened.
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