At half past four the lamp is in front of them again, close, ten feet, at the height a man carries a lamp, and this time it is not moving.

MioneDo not look at it. It is the last thing it can put in front of us and it has saved it until now.

The lamp turns. Not the man. The lamp, on its own, turning in the air to face them, and behind it there is nothing at all holding it up.

MalfoidAlick Rennie has been clipping this hedge for a hundred and four years and he has never once been asked whether he would like to stop.