Vigil Page #2

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it's your base that counts.

She's down there at eighty feet,

maybe eighty-two.

Deep.

But this is the thinnest part.

The key to all this is your rig.

If your rig's not right,

you've got no show.

All the stuff's all here,

it's a matter of assembling it.

It's a question of precision,

timing and strength.

Oh, Christ, here comes Lizzie.

I was going to burn that stuff

I cut down yesterday.

- Anything else to go on the pile?

- The burning can wait.

There are twelve hundred lambs

should have been docked three weeks ago.

You get your head up and what happens?

- Dad, you took on this farmhand, now...

- That jacket's a bit small for you.

We'll see if there's another lying about.

You think you're so clever.

Now, don't tell me you're going to go

and have a go at them hawks as well.

Oh, I thought I might look out

for some deer.

In my own time.

Good, go for it.

- Here! Come in here!

- Take it easy, Birdie.

Another half day to go

and we'll have finished.

The boss has asked you down for lunch.

- You must've made an impression.

- I could do with a bit of home cooking.

I don't know if these bloody sheep

are getting faster or I'm getting slower.

Come here, yer...

Er...

Are you alright, Grandpa?

Go on.

Wash it off.

I suppose I should have taken

my boots off.

Nobody else does.

How's it going?

Not bad.

Got through that lot.

A thousand in two days.

It's good going. Just about finished.

Clear it in an afternoon.

I think the old boy's just about

had enough, though.

Got his leg, has he?

He's really been going at it.

When he works, you can't stop him.

When his leg seizes up,

he puts his mind to it and he won't budge.

He tells me it's a war wound.

I've heard so many stories

about that leg.

I don't know which one's right.

Do you know he once told me

he fell out of a balloon?

What's he doing up there now?

Figures he can drain the valley.

Oh, I'll give him three days

and he'll let it rust.

You're different.

What do you mean, different?

Well you've invited me into the house.

You can wash up here.

He reckons

it's all to do with drainage.

See, there's this big cavern underground.

If you blow a hole through the surface

it's like pulling a plug...

Magic -

all the water drains away.

And do you believe him?

If you want a cup of tea or coffee,

help yourself.

No, thanks.

That's the old man's chair,

and if you sit there you might have a fight

on your hands when he comes in.

You watch him.

He'll go straight for that chair,

sling his leg up,

and tell me how everything's

just getting too much for him.

...fixing a town clock or something.

He was glad enough

that we'd caught up,

but then off he'd go again leaving Mom

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