Don’t ask me how I got suckered into it - guess I felt sorry, or maybe it was just the desire to help out an old friend… So what had I let myself in for? Well, cleaning out the old barn, that’s what. If I say it was untidy and filthy, you’ll have to understand that understated it like describing Krakatoa as just a small volcanic explosion. I had started after a breakfast coffee, and it was now getting towards winter dusk...