Friday July 20th, sometime between 10 and 11 p.m., in the kitchen sink. Mobiles (as we call cell phones in England) do not work in Aunt Dorothy's village, because Lord S will not allow a tower; but if you go up the track and into the cow field behind the Manor House, and then proceed to a certain tree and stand to the left of it, one can phone at will. Friday, however, was pouring down rain, so I didn't go to the cow field, which meant that when I left the village and headed for London on Saturday, suddenly somewhere on the other side of Chawton, the car filled with the sound of "Sky Valley Camp" as messages started coming in.
The first was from Hugh and it said, cryptically,"Found it. He was giant!"
We did not know what this meant.
However, shortly thereafter, the message which should have arrived first arrived second instead. It said,"Am looking for catch & release," and had this photo attached, which cleared things up.
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