The society often has had to resort to vegetarianism, particularly in those testing weeks between the pastor’s ending of his winter invites to all the local ‘derelicts’ for Saturday dinner (tee-hee! How we laugh at his naivety in being unable to spell or pronounce ‘de-rigour’) and the beginning of fruit picking season, when one can plentifully work at day and eat at night. Such was the case at the time of this fantastic adventure. We wish we could go back, but at least the presence of foul garments in the Havisocks’ bin the next day attested to partial success.