It’s lonely compared with downtown. There is an occasional tricycle (read Second World War-style motorbike and sidecar), the odd open-top truck packed with squealing goats, legs tied together.

Meanwhile, the scum on water face is skimmed to circumference of tank by skimming plate, and is skimmed to scrape harrow then is discharged.

There were two lovely bedrooms, set with brass and white enamel beds, white, ribbon-trimmed chairs and chiffoniers to match.