Home that year for sixteen year old Janet was a ten-by-ten shed without heat, water or electricity, to be shared with Aunt who dared to think a lone woman could farm successfully where even strong men had failed. Then there were the animals - the Afghan Rug who was a kind of cow, Bob the horse who declined to pull the plough, and Wamba the duck who was a dwarf. To say nothing of the neighbours, like the Pig Boy and Mr Deems and the alarming Fenmortons. It was a year of flood, fire, gales, loss and gain, and a great deal of growing up.....