… but there were always a handful of sheep at this place now. Strays would turn up there, and lambs would find their way to it what they’d lost their mothers.
This was a magic place.
There wasn’t much to see now, just the iron wheels sinking into the turf and the pot-bellied stove with its short chimney …
Terry Pratchett - “The Wee Free Men”
Illustration: Alda Rana