make their way one by one through the gap in the hedge. Andrew first, still armed with the axe, slowly lowers himself down the bank of the ditch and, keeping all of his weight on one leg, and presses the other foot into the ground ahead to make sure it’s not secretly a swamp. The last thing he needed were wet socks. It was cold enough.
He signals back up to the other three that it’s dry and solid and they begin their descent down into the trench. The sides are steep so as to discourage the sheep from making an escape attempt, but not too steep that you couldn’t climb them. One or two carefully placed foot holdings and it was easy enough they found and after less than a minute find themselves standing on the other side at the edge of the field. A nice easy stroll ahead to a warm bed and a hot meal it seems.