This week The Kid reports on Problems in the Lower Field, and other matters.

"Ah, Ted. I rather thought I might find you here."

Ted freezes mid-munch.

"Ahem. Yes, well... so how's the drainage in the Lower Field?"

The wind rustling the leaves of the huge tree above them is all that disturbs the rotting pause.

"Ah... same old problem then; like the baler..."

Ted squirms slightly where he sits.

"Ahem. Yes, well... anyway...

The sun goes behind a cloud for a moment, driving a shadow across the field below them.

"Ted, there's been something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a while now. It's nothing, really, silly of me I suppose, but..."

The crows start mocking scornfully from the tree tops as Ted hunches perceptibly and stares intently into space.

"It's just that, well, I'm not getting any younger and, well, I've got to start to thinking about what happens to the estate after I'm gone; and well, I've been thinking of leaving you something, Ted, something for you to remember me by, and more importantly, something that will show my appreciation for all the hard work you've put in over the years..."

The breeze dies a little as his words trail away.

"What I've got in mind, Ted, well... it's silly of me really, but she's just been gathering dust in the old stables for so many years now I can't remember; and I certainly don't know when it was that I last took her out for a spin; but she's still in beautiful condition, and, well ..."

They both watch a fly land on a elderly cow pat nearby.

"What I'm trying to tell you, Ted, is that, if you'd accept it that is - Ted - is that I should very much like you to have the PlayStation."

Ted looks hard at this boots. "I'm not sure I'd know what to do with such a thing, Sir."

"Ah... yes, well... silly of me, really, anyway... if you could find the time to mow the front lawns before you go today."