I got up, ignoring the figure with old newspapers for hair and made myself a breakfast of Celtic field patterns. June was munching on the side of a small boat, purportedly made from toothpicks by a French prisoner during the Napoleonic wars. We went out for dinner after I had planted more miniature soldiers - remembering that the soil has to have the appropriate spent cordite and shrapnel content. I came home after dinner leaving June berthed at Long Beach, California. I then played more war games with botanical specimens - sadly neither side could claim victory. When June was ready to come home I walked to town again with a fragment of the Wansdyke earthworks on my forehead. As expected a group of ramblers came up and insisted on walking along it.