There is a ford in the River Rib, and rough ground sloped down to the water, then up the opposite bank to the roadway. The thrill of riding our bike (yes, bike – one between us!) down the slope, into the water and hopefully up the other side, was good fun. Of course we never made it right up the other side, as it didn’t matter how hard or fast you pedalled, the bike always stopped in the middle of the ford. More wet feet for Mum to be cross about! We used to hit the socks against the stone bridge in an attempt to dry them. As this was never satisfactory, we would end up hiding the wet socks behind the wooden mangle, hoping she wouldn’t see them – but she always did!