This is the pond at Charleston farmhouse, a place where the children of Vanessa Bell entertained themselves. Not many of us have the wherewithal growing up. I remember we had a pond like this growing up which was at the bottom of the hill from where our ramshackle house was. It was a pond where the ducks played in. We raised ducks for food, we were dirt poor. It was at the edge of a rubber plantation where mosquitoes rule the air. We spent many childhood moments playing and sharing this dirty pond with the ducks. We were so poor, we had to improvise and use whatever was close by as our toys.