It's about 2:30pm in the Thatched Tavern yesterday afternoon and a mixed group of walkers arrive for refreshments. They've come via the coast path from Watcombe and occupy two tables. Mick ferries their various sandwich and drink orders to them. After completing the orders, Mick asks if they are all catered for. One of the walkers replies: 'Yes, thank you, apart from one of our group who fell off the coast path on the way and ended up hanging from a tree. We called the fire brigade and continued here.' (!!!) Mick, slightly bemused, (he's seen pretty much all in his time) withdraws. No, it's not an April (or May) Fool, it actually happened!