See you look after that.

Good morning.

You'll know me the next time you see me.' Clearly my get-up was good enough for the dreaded Surveyor.

I went on with my work, and as the morning grew towards noon I was cheered by a little traffic.

A baker's van breasted the hill, and sold me a bag of ginger biscuits which I stowed in my trouser-pockets against emergencies.