but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try (he says - in the morning).

I also seemed to pick up an intelligence tail at the nearest small town, coming out. Something to do with the White Sultan being the rt hand man of the Sultan of Oman and all those historic British defense and cementation contracts - I guess. Fortunately I've a good credit rating with those guys and grew up with the chairperson of the S.I.C.

The good news is that I am discovering prehistory faster than the yobs can destroy it and have found a couple of ring cairns, but better, with one of them, a little carved stone trough. Presumably for watering sheep. I would describe it as 'exquisite'. It's simple enough for me to copy in artificial stone.

The RAF were the first to find my base camp - 12 hours after pitching it. Distracted by a couple of planes ahead of me, swooping about, six hours later, then one did a ten turn circuit and came right up my rear, low down and at high speed. They've not been back since. I must write to the Commandant of the bombing range.

Sorry for diverting this thread !

Did we ever find the bridge made from the broken menhir?

(A photograph of that bike, smashed by keepers, is worth more than it ever was! They had forty pigeons in a shed, as livebait for large birds of prey, and I was shutting it down.)