“That was Father’s baggin. Mary emptied her apron of stones from the field and wrapped the baggin in a cloth.The hottest part of the day was on. Mother lay in bed under the rafters and the thatch, where the sun could send only blue light. She had picked stones in the field until she was too tired and had to rest.Old William was weaving in the end room. He had to weave enough cuts of silk for two markets, and his shuttle and loom rattled all the time, in the day and the night. He wasn’t old, but ...he was called Old William because he was deaf and hadn’t married. He was Father’s brother.He carried the cuts to market on his back. Stockport was further, but the road was flatter. Macclesfield was nearer, but Old William had to climb Glaze Hill behind the cottage to get to the road. The markets were on Tuesday and Friday, and so he was weaving and walking always: weave and walk. ‘Then where’s time for wed ding?’ he used to say.Mary opened the door of Old William’s room. ‘Do you want any baggin?’ she said.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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