23. December 2008 · Comments Off on Read Online · Categories: Read Online

At this time of year we cut the reeds at the top end of the river beyond the bridge, land ward access is by a muddy narrow path across the marshes. Its a bleak place with nothing but the birds, the water the wind and the huge bowl of the sky. We use a reed cutting machine which has huge wheels to stop it getting stuck. It rows up the reed in swaths ready for making into a fathom, thats a bundle 6ft round. Its hard work and the reeds are as sharp a razor blades. The reeds we cut today are called double reed because they are two years old.

Now I can at least say that not ONE of my reeds is two years old. Whew.

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