Photo: The Storytellers Abode – Thanks Louise.
Whenever I visited Grandma’s house I had to negotiate the front garden with its thick entanglement of plants and weeds forever growing across the pathway. To one side was the fishpond.
At the bottom of the pond was grandad’s fob watch. We were forbidden to touch it as Grandma had very strong opinions about Grandad and his watch. He had been dead ten years this year and she remained steadfast in her desire to leave the watch “Where it belongs” she’d always say.
Seems Grandad was a wayward man. Too many hours at the pub, too many minutes spent at the betting window and never enough money for Grandma to buy the bare essentials.
She got fed up with him and took the watch, a family heirloom given to him by his father and flung it into the pond. There it stays along with a myriad of funny stories about Grandad and Grandma.