Saturday evening brought, from beyond the boundary hedge, a run of loud unexplained noises of considerable carry. The pond's response to them is the substance of this dispatch.
Two fish turned up beneath the west pier on Friday morning. The heron has not been seen since Thursday. The dabchicks issue a statement of careful restraint.
Three letters reach the gazette the day after the Clerk of the Race's return: the coot confirms his entry, the Rising Young Goose declares hers, and a long-silent correspondent means to attend as a spectator.
The Clerk of the Race is back. He filed his return before the pigeonholes were open, and decreed the rematch Channel Sprint, twice deferred in his absence, for the eighth instant.
Tuesday's events were few, and of the few only one was even faintly verifiable. The gazette files what it can and holds its judgement on what it cannot.
A second collection of pondside notices. A Weather-Instrument Keepership settled by the back door, a position of central significance still pending, an autumn programme asking for early interest, and a reminder from the Clerk on the customary day of business.
The Sunday a week after the programme finds the pond as such Sundays have always found it. The heron keeps the west pier, the frog keeps his station, and the south bank does the rest by itself.