"Hey up, our Carter", said Mort as he folded his cap. Carter Brandon turned towards his uncle and slowly nodded. The cornrakes scrabbled in the fields as the hard frost slowly melted from the elderflowers. "You remember how that Peter Tinniswood feller, the writer not the slow left-arm bowler for Notts and England, wrote some novels about us and they appeared on the BB bloody C" "Aye" said Carter Brandon "Well he has only done it again, but for a similar family and it's televised on IT blinking V" "Really?" said Carter Brandon, in a disinterested way. "It has catchphrases, and the internal monologues of babies and dogs, and random references to frosty hedgerows and owt". An owl hooted. "I hope we're getting royalties" said Carter, not at all hopefully and supped his pint.