Here we are at Catcott again, where national treasure Uncle Bob, accompanied by the decidedly non-identical twins Fifi & Fiona, are about to board their train to Glastonbury.
It’s a regular weekend pilgrimage. They enjoy a spot of crystal appreciation, a hearty sniff of hemp, local cider and then a leisurely stagger up Glastonbury Tor, where they spend the afternoon detecting ley lines, cosmic vibrations and other things that mysteriously vanish the moment anyone asks for evidence.
Over on the left is Gaylord Grip, retired wrestler, part-time boxer and full-time shunting tractor enthusiast, leaning proudly against his trusty machine. Gaylord is gentle giant for the most part, but put him behind the wheel and he transforms into a man determined to prove Newton’s laws of motion the hard way.
Fortunately there isn’t much to shunt today. He’s already propelled the brake van enthusiastically into the buffer stop, and because the tractor can only push—having never been acquainted with something as extravagant as a coupling hook—his day’s work is gloriously complete.
Meanwhile, Bob Geeza Cat is giving Uncle Bob “the evils”. In Bob’s opinion there’s only room for one Bob in the Land of the Inch High, and he’s already claimed the title, the territory and, if asked, most of the credit for inventing the village name of nearby Catcott.
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