Outside the church a tree has fallen and unearthed a pile of pottery and bones. The official archaeologists arrive in a little white van. Bob and Sophie are intrigued. '' They could be Roman " says a middle aged man wearing a green crimplene short sleeved shirt with three plastic pens in his breast pocket. He carries a clipboard. 'That recent ? ' says Angus by way of light hearted banter. ' Oh no !' says crimplene man. '' If they'd been buried recently we'd have to call the gendarmes ". Never try small talk in a foreign language.
Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse ' The Font' clears away the buckets from the upstairs hall. Bob thinks the buckets were a great addition to the household decor. It takes a particular sort of skill to charge between them at high speed and not send the contents flying. He has it. Sophie don't.
His sister continues to exude happiness and health. As I've noted before if she was a human with this amount of vitality we'd have the suspicion she was 'on' something. The sort of girl that would work in a tattoo parlor by day, spend her weekends singing in a rock band , drink beer from the bottle and have a Harley driving Marine boyfriend called 'Rooster'.