They were plucky, I have to say that for them. They walked miles and miles with just the track to guide them. If the rains had come a day earlier the track would have been washed out and they’d be lost. Plucky.

They turned up one day looking rather bedraggled, Sylvie looked far younger than I but Mum soon took her in hand making her a dress and helping with her hair. She scrubbed up well. I certainly enjoyed having her around after they’d been to the police station. I like my brothers but seeing a friendly girl around was nice.

Reg was a little different. He had a feel for the animals, never having worked with sheep before he watched me carefully and got them out of the mud well. Wasn’t happy when he lied about his age so he could shoot but at least his aim was straight. Despite all of that none of us were happy when he was sent to reformatory school, there was good in him especially with animals.