Gone fishing

My route today took me past the village where I spent my childhood. I decided on a slight detour to seek out this pond. I had a clear picture in my mind - after all, this is where as children we used to go fishing, and I remember once seeing a kingfisher here. I remember it as quite open and visible from the road. Now it has changed considerably, being much more overgrown and almost inaccessible. At least it is still there, unlike many small ponds which have silted up.