We currently live in a small Leicestershire village and today I bumped into one of the other inhabitants whilst walking our relative dogs. Knowing that it was time to announce our impending departure and knowing that said inhabitant would inform the all other inhabitants by the end of the day, I mentioned that we would probably be leaving early next year for a boat. She told me that, 'the interesting people always leave'. We are the least interesting people here. This place has more intriguing, odd and eccentric characters than Royston Vasey. Indeed, in comparison to our fictional counterpart, this village looks positively insane. Long may it be so. I shall miss it, and them, and do hope the same diversity of characters are there on the cut.