Man-sized ones! Underneath the Sycamores is a stone circle which has become overgrown and weedy.

“What shall we do about that?”, chief gardener asked. Rash moment – “dig it out, take it all up and re-lay it”, says I. Haste and repent at leisure are words that keep going round my head.

So I did just that. Then I’m thinking that it’s all well and good but how are they going to get back?