Reader's letter: Cherished memories of lake
I have lived in Balderton most of my life and remember the lake as just a quarry pit we use to stare at through the John Hunt school fence, never for a moment anticipating the impact this place would have on my life.
My late father was an avid fisherman, and if ever I needed him I knew exactly where to find him. He even built one of the fishing jetties there.
Unfortunately, this amazing man developed cancer. On news of his diagnosis, he again went to the peace and solitude of this green space.
A cure was not to be and in his last months of being mobile, fishing rod packed on his mobility scooter, he headed to the lake.
Before passing, my dad asked me to have his ashes scattered on the water. I talked him out of it, my fear then was it would be redeveloped, or used for water sports. I’m just pleased I said no and he didn’t live to see it.
My mum has lewy body dementia and doesn’t remember much at home, but when we take her to the lake, she remembers dad. She speaks of him, shows us his fishing space, and, most importantly, she smiles.
I can’t put a price on that.
I firmly believe the noise and disruption these proposals will cause will mean I can’t take mum there any more so she loses dad all over again.
I’m not a person who doesn’t believe our youth need somewhere to go. In the world we live in now they are crying out for it .
But surely there is somewhere better.
I’m not going to go on about the negative effect on the wildlife, enough people are championing that cause, but I will speak up for the mental health of the people who just want to walk, or even sit and just remember.
I just hope that when our children’s children are grown green space is not something they have to be reminded of.
You never know how much you will miss something until it’s gone . — T. HOWELL, via email.