The track to Yagleah, close by the Sheep Brook

A warm morning, with fruit and nuts ripening in the forest. Brother Walter ate two out of every three hazelnut I collected. He fell into the Sheep Brook after reaching too far out to pick a particularly large nut, but his fur dried quickly in the breeze. He did, however, have to remain outside my workshop until the worst of the smell of river mud had worn off.

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