Although the sun was out, the wind was strong, and the water in The Pit
still very cold indeed. Undaunted, two of our number ventured into the freezing waters, suitably attired in waders and warm clothing. While Brian went out to the depths, attached by a rope to a fellow-volunteer on the bank, Noel stood ready to haul back the bulrushes (or more properly, Greater
Reedmace) that Brian pulled out. This is an annual task, to prevent The Pit from becoming choked, but we usually do it in the Autumn, when it is perhaps
not quite so cold.