"But you wouldn't hurt yourself if you went down, for there's a good depth o' water in the pool.

But you'd get strange and wet." Nic drew in a deep breath.
"There--it's all good going now, sir: a bit downwards and then up hill." The old man strode on, leading his companion up and down for a while and then beginning a steady ascent.
"This is the bit as the sheep made going to and from the folds.

'Nother five minutes and we shall be atop o' the side o' the gully.

You come along a bit higher up.

There we are," he said, at last.