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I decided the only thing to do was to seek some kind of shelter and I remembered the ruined croft a few hundred yards away, so with some difficulty, I managed to get Deryk to his feet and we staggered out of the ditch and across the bracken, eventually to discover that part of the ruin was still a small roofed structure with a half-broken barn door on the other side. As we staggered inside, we were greeted by the warmth and smell of what had once been an animal shelter but which now took on a new role, as a shelter for two brothers. We collapsed into the straw in the corner. There was little else I could do in the dark, with no first aid kit. What little clothing we had on was now soaking wet and we had only my coat to cover us both but at least it was warm and dry in our shelter, albeit rather smelly! I had a bottle of water which I made him sip and I also had some chocolate in my pocket – always a good source of energy and nourishment, so I gave him that to eat. 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