Doug stood up and looked around. Suddenly he ran off, at full pelt, thirty yards in this heat, bent, and picked up a sharp stone.
"Look!" he panted, showing us.
It was perfect. It fitted into his hand perfectly and came to a jagged point about four or five inches above his palm.
"Perfect," Doug said.
Poor sod Archie looked totally confused.
"It reminds me of one of them Stone Age tools we learned about in school," I said.
"Nothing like them," Doug lectured. It was though, I thought angrily.
Archie said "Oh, come on, let's go. I'm going home."
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Good idea Archie, a good idea.... quick!!!