“Well, it was my fault,” explained Wilfred again. “I was looking for gold and I got stuck. Mr Apple had to rescue me and then we got lost. And Mr Apple’s leg hurt so much, we had to come back on the raft.”

“Did you find any gold?” interrupted Primrose.

“No, only this silly old dust,” said Wilfred, pulling the boat out of his pocket. Flax and Lily gasped.

“Wilfred! That’s not dust. That’s Grandpa Blackthorn’s lichen. It’s very rare. You are clever! Wherever did you find it?”

Jill Barklem
“The High Hills”
The Complete Brambly Hedge

And so for day 3171

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