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GOODBYE: PART THREE
Wednesday 24th April
I started my work today. It was as terrible as I’d expected; that meant it was bad – really bad.
Plodding with a horse around a field with a plough is no fun, especially with the sun beating down on you and the farmer yelling at you to speed up. Personally, I felt very sympathetic towards the poor horses who I was forcing to walk around the field. This job wasn’t designed for sixteen-year-old girls.
After that job was done, I had to deliver the produce to the local villagers. Most of the villagers were as unkind as my guardians but one or two gave me tips for being a helper; they were the ones wealthy enough to hand out money to passing strangers. When I got home however, the Miles’ made sure that I didn’t have a single coin left in my shallow pockets. The fresh produce did shock me a little, I had never seen so many eggs and pieces of cheese in my life! After a time though, they were just extra things in the basket that I was carrying with me.
Finally, I had to lock up the animals at night. It wasn’t so much lock up as walk around the farm, checking the locks were secure. This evening walk was welcome – getting away from Mr and Mrs Miles was one of the best parts of my day. However, I knew that if I stayed too long, they’d know something was going on and would come to shout at me and beat me.
It’s L again, just commenting on the fact that ‘plodding’ is an excellent word…