The Guilty Persons and their learned friends are rushing around sticking fingers in dykes but it's too late now. The mass of information released by the Savile affair is just too much for them to cope with. One wave follows another. A whole lot of carefully nurtured reputations are going to be overwhelmed.
Ruth took us out for an excellent lunch at the Three Fishes in Great Mitton. The building is long and low and must once have been stables. There were wood fires. I drank Black Witch bitter because I liked the name. After lunch we strolled round the churchyard. The sun was shining steadily on the hillside on the far side of the Ribble Valley and nowhere else.