Mining 1.5

The boat drew closer to the shore, as Matthias and Rebeccitha waited in the boathouse. It was a crude stone building, little more than three walls with a wooden beam roof lined with wooden shingles. The snow had arrived in earnest in the last hour or so. As the first flurries had settled, Matthias gave Rebeccitha his jumper and overcoat, a massive sheep skin item. He made do with some of the sleeping blankets, wrapped around him loosely. As he’d handed them over, he’d taught her the words for coat, cold, warm and blanket.

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