The Farmyard.
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The Farmyard. It was just an old scrap of material probably a scarf that had been dropped as a woman had run from the rain. But the large dogs were now sniffing around where I had found the material. Two of the dogs were now digging and tugging at a small sack that was sticking out from the hole that they had now dug. I shouted at them to stop this, they ceased and came bounding toward me, their faces muddy and wet, the rain was beginning to fall, the droplets dripping down my neck. I placed the piece of material in my coat pocket and turned to go back to the farmhouse. Where I had then stayed for three days. I had been walking on the Moors, on my holiday. I had taken the five dogs out for a walk on the lonely walk. I had been staying...

