If you continue along the path to Sautel, you descend a little hill, and cross the river that runs from Manes. There at the river crossing is an old trough, now silted with earth and playing host to a few clumps of purple toothwort.

This beautiful old spout leads from the side of the trough. Presumably it was under here that the buckets were placed to fill them up for the days supply of water.

A few metres up the bank is a drystone hut which shelters the source from which the trough is filled,

The whole is a little jewel from the past to remind us that folks once had time for things other than work.