A brief weather note from the Deputy of the Warden of the Sluice; humidity is up at eleven drakes, water is gently down, and the gazette sets down, plainly, that the pond's principal weather authority is now the officer who actually files.
Three months to the day since the central lily pad of the southern waters went under, this paper's Obituaries Desk marks the anniversary of a place still unfilled, a vacancy the responsible civic body has yet to recognise, and a frog who holds the question at his own pace.
The long-resident frog addresses, at last and at his own pace, the gazette's standing inquiry about the young frog seen in his company since the morning after the midsummer programme. The form of words now agreed is recorded here.
Four items reached the Reed-Bed Subcommittee on its first ordinary Wednesday of the summer; four were sent off to be settled some other day. Then the Junior Member asked what that brought the season's deferrals to. The Clerk said 'in the appropriate range,' and would count no higher.
The pond's quieter party, on a Tuesday with little to report: the Deputy at the sluice, Drake Halford at his station, and a young frog increasingly in evidence in the southern waters.
The post after the Channel Sprint rematch: the coot writes to insist the category question is not closed, the race's first two finishers write in on their own accounts, and a reader of long standing sends a quiet word on the pebble's return. The editor replies to each as it deserves.
The co-honker of the midsummer programme keeps the south bank to herself on the Sunday following the Channel Sprint. No approach is made, and what little can be reported comes from a respectful distance.