In a warm year they form a dense mat over the surface of Ellington pond, deceptively like a lawn but, on closer inspection, a serrated fuzz of fronds oddly resembling the jagged canopy of a conifer plantation in miniature. For me the dense mats seem to coincide with drousy, heavy weather, thunder threatening through the heat in late August. In a bad year, when the cold and wet do not suit their west coast roots, they hunker down in circular rafts, nestled amongst the other plants around the edge of the pond. The managers of Ellington Pond have tried to be rid of it, but even one tiny frond is enough to retain a bridgehead and begin the recolonisation. Quite how Azolla got to Ellington remains a mystery and the fronds have not turned up further north in England, although a scatter occur throughout the Central Belt in Scotland. There is a touch of exotic mystery to its presence, almost a glamour, entirely consistent with the Bay’s sense of being between worlds.