For some reason my attention is drawn again to the fenceline in the lake today. Its old posts run in a line north to south in the southern part of the lake, sticking now—levels at 1.26 metres—out of the water. Knowing some of all that this lake is, or all of some of what it is, it definitely reveals a kind of thinking of that time which decided it was a good idea to put a fenceline in…and right through its centre, like a kind of dividing of life. Someone or someones thought it was a good idea at the time, and it still lives there, in grey-post, faded-timber retrospect.

And now, in writing this, I’m also reminded of the fence they put up between the viewing area and the shoreline on the south eastern side. I remember that fence appeared one day with a sign that said “Temporary Fence.” Eventually the sign disappeared.