I'm reading a book by Ken Follett called A Place Called Freedom. It's about 18th century Scotland and how the landowners of the highlands are becoming rich on the insatiable demand for coal to fuel the Industrial Revolution. The lairds used the tenants on their lands as miners and were assisted by the law which said that once a man had served a year and a day for the one employer, he was then regarded as tied to that employer for life, essentially a slave.
The hero of this story tries to run away but is captured and an iron collar is put around his neck so that everyone know of his 'crime'. I've read the book before but, of course, have no memory of it. Old age has some advantages: every day is a new day and every experience is enjoyed as if for the first time.
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