The Brave Warrior.....

...paid the ultimate price. His sword lay broken beside his lifeless body and all around him the stench of battle (or sheep poo) could be smelt.

Mum was off to the Uni library for head doctoring studies, and so Owen and I visited Castlelaw Fort to fight dragons and learn about Roman and Iron Age forts.

Owen's untimely death was unfortunate because he was on a promise of some sweets, which obviously he couldn't eat, being dead. Shame.