From: Year of Wonder, by Geraldine Brooks p87

...if it had not been for a hirsel from my flock losing itself moor.


Do you know hirsel Dr bill? it a sheeping term..

from the same paragraph
I was following the trail of what i hoped was their scat along a clough at the edge of the moor...
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From: Year of Wonder, by Geraldine Brooks p125
the narrator is talking about dolls (poppets)
I would form the bodies of plaited grainstalks and fashion faces from the yellow clay that lay at the base of the sillions


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From: Year of Wonder, by Geraldine Brooks p126

...a farmer allowed them to sleep the night among his cows in their warm shippon.



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