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Pond Clearing
‘Shit!’ I shouted as the branch broke and I fell backwards towards the stinking slimy mud. I had been trying too hard. Anger had driven me on all morning. Last night we had walked into the youth hostel dripping water from our cagoules. Mary, June and I had signed up for a week of ‘conservation’ in the hostel’s grounds in exchange for free bed and board. The driving rain as we walked the five miles from the station had been disheartening. We expected to be working outside for the whole week....