A bus passes down the Ridgmont Road. A couple of pigeons pick the ground for scraps.
HYMN: I Saw Three Ships, My Dear Old Thing
Archdruid: My dear old things!
All: And with thy dear old spirit.
A cake is mysteriously delivered. A lovely, juicy, madeira cake - lovingly hand made by a maiden aunt in Tonbridge.
James Bond: Do you expect me to eat that?
Archdruid: No, Mr Bond. I expect you...
All: WRONG BLOFELD!
Archdruid: I'd better lose this cat then.....
HYMN: Lead, Kindly Light Meter
A wallaby hops across the field, fleeing the Safari Park. A group of men dressed as Margaret Thatcher do a conga round the Moot House.
Archdruid: Well I make that the 7th man in a pink shirt to drive down School Lane today.
HYMN: All Dear Old Things Bright and Beautiful
Dismissal
Archdruid: My dear old things!
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