That was quite an eventful afternoon. When the sleet finally held off, I went for a potter in the grounds.
Well, the cheek of it. Selling "Authentic Neolithic Replica Beakers" without ensuring I got my share.
And it was remarkable how that amphora just fitted nicely over his head like that. Though it may leave him with fairly sore ears. Anyway, he won't be back.
The latter-day descendants of the Beaker Folk in Saxony refer to such morality tales as: 'Of Meissen Men'.
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Deleteif you bury the bits in the garden and then rediscover them, you could call in the Time Team.
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