Lewis was in his element when he could see the tell tale signs of a drift having taken place within the last few days. This pound was at Rowbarrow where the kids could have played for hours, each driving the other into the stocks, before running over to the remains of the fire where they heat the branding irons, which was still fresh on the ground.
As I walked off towards Pigbush I heard screaming from Miranda as she thought she was being left incarcerated. It did cross my mind, but just for a moment!
At bedtime I asked Greg for his best bit of the weekend. "Playing in the pound with Lewis and Miranda!..."
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