The one thing the farming village of Stonely didn�t want was illuminating in any sense of the word. Having spent the past 600 or so years in the dark recesses of anonymity, being thrust into the limelight and touched by the tentacles of technology was as welcome as a wet fart in tight rubber underwear.
The impending introduction of mains electricity - of which they had so far managed perfectly well without - would put the village firmly on the map, something it had until now successfully avoided. Modernity was on its doorstep and scraping the cow dung off its boots. There were also a couple of rather awkward secrets . . .
Following on from �An English Custom� we return to the village of Stonely in the early 1950s, home of the Duke, his bastard half brother and their equally illegitimate son Timothy. Dust had settled and thickened on the history books but someone had opened a new bottle of Quink and was already squeezing the bladder of their fountain pen. Robert �Bob� Millwood would leave a bigger man but at a cost. Clifford as always turned a quick profit at the Inn whilst Shirley allowed her charms to lead their natural way forward. Herman was about to expose himself and he wouldn't be the first that week.
