Not such spectacular progress...but soon the roof will be on..
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, George is making solid progress on emptying the clipper, The Goldstone, of its seemingly endless cargo of green tea. The Pike was sighted, the fourth sighting of the summer, its face contorted with spite and resentment. LtCom Sparkle boarded briefly, and left invisibly, leaving only the evidence of a lit lamp, a cigarette butt in the otherwise immaculate black hexagonal ceramic ash-tray, and a crudely opened bill from O2. The search for moorings goes on. Michael waits patiently for his entry. George was reading a brief history of Malmesbury, written by Dr Hodge...the very doctor who delivered him...
