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Home Page I dip a net several times into the pond but all I catch, besides a lot of oak leaves and smelly black mud, is a single small Water boatman. The marsh is on a an old colliery site. I once met a man here who brought his granddaughter to see the place where, as a boy, he helped his father to look after the ponies. Since then mining subsidence, and the construction of what appears to be dam, has transformed meadow into wetland. Perhaps colliery spoil is polluting the water at the bottom end of the lake.
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