A Fish Called Wanda

I was weeding a quiet corner of the walled garden and couldn’t help but be captivated by the intense activity of bees feverishly collecting their pollen, a race against time and season to create enough sustenance to eek over the winter. Next to this scene with a sense of quiet and stillness is a marker in a place to mark the resting place of Wanda, a fish cared for by Francine, originally bought by Nicky, friend and colleague. Now sadly Wanda has “journeyed over the big rainbow”.


Wanda’s Resting Place

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