UNEVEN ODDS

Four against one, it seems. I heard the distant sound of skirmish as I walked through the valley gardens and headed over to peer through the hedge into the neighbouring playing field. It must be a Sunday afternoon thing, though how regular I don't know. It seems like a good way to work off one's lunch or work up an appetite for tea. I think just wearing chain mail and a bucket on my head would wear me out, regardless of the running-about-with-swords bit.