The court, which sits next to the groundskeeping building, has one hoop.

The route passes over low-lying land, the only item of note being the Cerebos salt works at Greatham, where one may catch a glimpse of the smart black diesel locomotive emblazoned with the firm's name writ large.

The Intelligence Office proved to be as much misnamed as those institutions usually are, and varying degrees of unintelligence were shown in the candidates offered for the position of cook at Boxley Hall; though, if the applicants seemed unsatisfactory to Patty, in many cases she was no less so to them.

Sure, we'd all love to pet a majestic floofer as we listen to an obscure indie band, but nothing kills the good vibes like stepping in some canine excrement or, I dunno, getting bit.