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I'm pretty sure the reason he's still in bed now is because he stayed up most of the night gaming. Right. I don't know if that's much better. Awake all night, glued to a screen and then seeing no one all day. Where's Amber? What's she up to? Well, she's at work. I took an extra shift. That's a shame. I think what George needs right now is purpose and people, stuff to do and company to make him feel better about himself. Yep, I agree. Totally. And now he can't even go to his local. Oh, I'm so angry about that. After Markey, Jolynn and Kenton should be bending over backwards to help him. And I could just see him working in the ball, keeping his head down at first, proving his worth. And as time goes on, being part of the team, part of the community. Not to mention earning a bit. I mean, he hates it every time Amber has to pay. Well, I don't think she minds. Oh, she doesn't? Oh, she'd spend her last penny on him. He minds. He wants to romance her. And there's limited options if you're stuck at home with your dad and little sister. Tea or coffee? I better say tea. I'm not sleeping as it is. I'm just worried he's on a downward spiral. I thought having Amber would mean he's less vulnerable to all the, you know, ex offender issues. I've read about the mental health stuff. Oh, he does perk up when she's with him. Last night they were having a good laugh together. Oh, that's nice to hear. That's really nice. Thank goodness for Amber. Never thought I'd hear myself say that. Well, that's him up now, finally. Oh, great. Might feel better if I see him. Just keep thinking about how Jolynn and Kenton were fine about George being in the ball till Lillian stuck her oar in. Oh, I know. It's Lillian I need to talk to. Honestly, I think we have to let this one go. Em. All right, George? Hiya. Hi, Mum. Good morning. It's afternoon. Almost evening. Yeah, all right. Thought you were gonna come and see us today. I'm sorry. Yeah, Maybe tomorrow. What time's Amber back? Dunno. Well, I was thinking we could have a proper Grundy Sunday roast for dinner. I've got a chicken in the fridge. Nah, I'm alright with cereal. Hey, hold on a minute, George. What? How's the gaming going? Why? Has dad been complaining? No, not about the gaming. We're just worried about how long you're spending on your own, glued to that screen. Sleeping all day is not good for you. What we're saying is you need to be around people. Then maybe I'll go and chat with some jolly folks in my local pub. Oh, sorry, I forgot I can. Cause I'm barred. If Jolene and Kenton aren't back soon, there'll be no time to nip home and get spruced up. You do know there's a dress code, Tracy. Don't worry. Won't be coming in. My joggers and slippers. Borchester charity shop sorted me out. Got some gold high heels and a lovely green Dress. Will there be anything proper to eat tonight? Well, I'm getting canaped. Can't be doing with tiny platters of whipped yogurt on toasted beetroot. Get myself a bowl of chips before we leave. Line my stomach. Our job tonight is to represent the bull, not get sozzled on a free bar. We need to make the right impression on the great and the good of Borsicher. Don't worry, Lillian. I've been practicing my curtsy. I would rather be heading home to read in bed. Really? Because I can take Fallon instead. No, thank you. I might be shattered, but I'm not giving you the satisfaction of getting your own way. Still can't believe you were willing to cheat to keep Joy and me out the running. Well, I'd happily give up my place if I thought anyone could schmooze as well as I do. Thought you were mad keen to go. Well, I'm just frazzled from another week of Aldridge family dramas. Oh. Oh. With the ongoing saga of Rory and the family holiday to Scotland, Miranda and the home farmhouse, Brian's general ability to rock the boat for everyone else while continuing to glide like a swan through life. Brian Aldridge a swan? Well, a balding one. Where are Jolene and Kenton? I thought they'd be back from the cash and carry by now. Lillian, I wondered if I could ask you a favor, mother to mother. Look, if this is about George, then my answer is no. I'm worried, Lillian. I'm worried he's withdrawing into himself. He's hardly seeing anyone and you can feel the sadness rolling off him. I'm sorry you're worried, Emma, but there are other pubs. Not that he can walk to and other ways to spend his time. I would be worried too, if my son's only option for entertainment was going out drinking. It's not about having a drink and you know that. He feels rejected and embarrassed, and it's a blow he really could have done without. Maybe one day you will see what George is actually like. He was so rude and unpleasant to me last week. His charm is nothing but a facade. I thought you was better than this, more compassionate. But you're not. In fact, you're a hypocrite. Hey, why don't we go outside and get some air? Don't need no air. The Bull is in a position to do something positive. And yet, Lillian, you seem to be taking pleasure in making George feel like an outcast. The Bull is not responsible for George's rehabilitation. What you're doing is discrimination. I Report you to the council. Try trading without a license. You are in clown cuckoo land. The council doesn't have the time, money or inclination to investigate why an ex con has been barred from a pub. Now, I suggest you go home and calm down. Calm down? How dare you talk to me like that? Come on, let's go outside. Oh, I don't know how I ever worked for her. She's so smug and narrow minded. She's just caught up in this, like you are. Your instinct is to protect George, hers is to protect Alice. But Alice is a grown up. To be fair, so is George. Sometimes, Tracy, it's really not clear whose side you're on. George is family. Of course I care. But I don't think going head to head with Lillian is going to improve things for him. Then what is going to improve things? Things. He's broke and he can't find work and when I tell him the village doesn't hate him, I'm not sure I'm telling him the truth. I know it's hard for you. It's not me I'm worried about. Please. Tracy, can you have a word with the rest of the staff? If they don't feel as strongly as Lillian, maybe as a team you can persuade her to think again. I'm sorry, I can't. Can't? Won't. I love this job. I don't want to lose it. It's not that dramatic. They can't sack you for speaking out in support of family. I thought family meant the same to you as it does to me. It's now a good time for us to have a look for jobs together. No. I'm going for a shower before Amber gets home. It might look good to have some ideas before you meet Reg next week. All Reg cares about is that I don't break the terms of my license. I thought he was there to give you support and guidance. I know you and Mum think I'm a sad case, but I'm not living in a hostel with crack addicts. Reg has got bigger worries than whether George Grundy has signed up for job apps. Well, if he's not going to lift a finger, then it's even more important that you accept some help from us. I'm not exactly sitting around doing nothing. I babysat Poppy, helped with the turkeys. We're in the kitchen. Look, George, I'm not saying you're doing nothing, but you've still got a lot of time on your hands. Oh, yeah. Hey, George. Hi. I'll see you later, Mum. No, Wait. Sorry, I've got to get on. I went to see Lillian and you were right. Totally pointless. Women's hearts made of stone. Then Tracy started having a go at me too. I'm sorry. Oh, this is so hard sometimes. I don't know if we should be going for the strict Victorian style parenting or gentle and supportive. Or neither. Maybe George just needs leaving alone to find his own way through this. Who knows? Spin a wheel. My instinct at the moment is to not push him away with ultimatums. But he needs a job. He needs to feel useful. What about helping you and Ed with the tree surgery this week? I mean, a day outside doing physical work might do him the world of good. There you go. Another glass of bubbly. Thank you. Oh, this is some trophy. Isn't it magnificent? And I love the little model pub on the top. Oh, yeah. And did you know we'd be getting those cases of fancy wine until we were on stage? Jolene and Kenton will be made up. You gave an amazing speech, Tracy. It was so moving. It made everyone else's efforts sound so dry. I just told the truth. The ball is the place we go to celebrate. To remember, to unwind. To feel a part of something bigger than ourselves. What you said about Mum's wake, it was lovely. Thank you. You're welcome. Well, look, now I suppose we should start networking. Jolene's orders. Absolutely. Absolutely. This afternoon? I could hardly imagine putting on my lippy, never mind making small talk with all these posh folk. Especially after that run in with Emma. I'm sorry it's all so awkward. Oh, not your fault. I voted to bar George too. Who's that over there in the lilac dress? Oh, yeah, Aileen. Now she's the incoming chair of the Felphisham Chamber of Commerce. And worth meeting. She's the most wonderful. Let me introduce you to her. I'll give you a master class in schmoozing. Amber not home yet? It's late for a Sunday. She's gone out with people from work. You didn't want to join them? Not really. I would have taken you. Nah, I was talking to your mum earlier. Not this again. Look, it's just she was getting stressed about a tree surgery job she's got booked in this Tuesday. Yeah, Ed's needed over at Home Farm, so we wondered if you were free. What use would I be? I'm not trained. Well, you wouldn't need to be. It's mostly collecting up branches or clearing twigs and leaves. Sounds like the kind of work a kid could do. Okay, I'll tell her it's an alt. No, don't. So you'll do it? What choice do I have? Beggars can't be choosers. What a night. And what a trophy. Nice to be back in my slippers though, right? One night cap to end the evening. Oh, I've always got time for a nightcap, darling. Here. Thanks. Oh, my go. Oh, no, the trophy. Oh, it's lost its little pub from the top. Oh, without that top part, it does look a bit. It's certainly an interesting shape. Oh, Tracy, I wish it had. Hang on. I got some glue in here somewhere. We'll have to try and mend it. Kenton's going to want to see it the minute I step through the door tomorrow. If you hold the base. Yeah. And I just balance this, it's too. The pub bit's wobbling. Oh, it's you who's wobbling. You ain't me, dad. Oh, no. It's so good. We'll just have to embrace its new shape. Embrace it? Rather you than me. Darling, I think your only option is to confess that we dropped it. That we broke the ball's prize. Prize? You okay? No. Yes. Just stub my toe. If I was you, I'd big it up a bit. Tell mom and dad you need a week in bed to recover. God love that. Oh, no alarms. No cows waiting to be milked? No Meadow Farm. What do you mean? Well, I was gonna wait until I'd washed down the parlor to admit this to you, but. Admit what? That dad and I have meetings we can't miss this afternoon. And Mum will be at Meadow Farm, of course. Yes. So I'll be here on my own again? Well, yeah. Dad's meeting Freddie at the abattoir to discuss dates for slaughter. He doesn't want another mix up with his meat boxes like last Christmas. And you? Egg deliveries. I've got a new customer I need to charm. But I promise, as soon as I'm done, I'll come straight back here to help. You realize this is the absolute last day Toby can have Rosie this week. He's flying to Lisbon tomorrow night. Lucky Toby. So what's the plan for tomorrow? Because my betting is that I'm on morning milking all week and I have the whole of half term to get through tomorrow. Yes, but I'm pretty sure dad said he could help Wednesday and Thursday morning. Okay, but we need to talk about the afternoons too. You know, if Mum's always needed for milking at Meadow Farm, who's doing what during the Day. I'm doing what I can, Pit. But I do have my own business to run. Exactly. There's no slack here. And yet we're suddenly managing two farms and one of them appears to be in a terrible state. It's one thing after another. Something to do with taps yesterday. Akram's going over the street afternoon to fix them. He's taking Khalil with him to watch Mum milking another family sucked into the Meadow Farm vortex. Apparently, Khalil's over the moon about it. Yeah, whereas Rosie won't be over the moon doing yet more jigsaws with Leonard and Gran. Way back, I made it clear to everyone that I wanted time off to spend with Rosie this half term. I promised to take her a Madison pumpkin picking tomorrow. Lottie's started a receptionist job at Darrington Surgery this week. And for once, I'm the one helping her out. I can't let her down. I thought Lottie had a job in insurance. Oh, she did. She hated it. And she thinks working better hours will more than make up for the cut in pay. Look, I'll. I'll talk to dad this afternoon, see what we can work out between us. Thanks. Because I want to start on Rose's Halloween witch's costume soon. We're gonna make it together on Gran's sewing machine. Last time you used a straight sewing machine, I'm pretty sure it ended in tears. Shut up, Josh. I'm serious, Pip. You need to give yourself a break. Order a costume online like everyone else. I don't want to order a costume online like everyone else. It's milking I want a break from. And I also want Rosie to feel like she's the most important thing in my life. It's obvious she is. Well, but maybe not to her. I'll ask Mum about Wednesday. Maybe we can juggle things so you can have the whole day off. That would be brilliant. Look, I know Esme needs help, but she's got to understand this can't go on. Brookfield can't carry on supporting her forever. She does know that. If you met her, you'd see how grateful she is. And she always has plenty of treats in the kitchen to keep the helpers happy. The helpers? Is that what she calls you, Lar? No, of course not. I just came up with it. Look, I'm pretty sure that things will get moving after our dad's funeral next week. Joy. I was hoping I'd bump into you. Really? What can I do for you, Eddie? Oh, ask not what you can do. For your turkey farmer. But what your turkey farmer can do for you. I'm not sure what you mean. Have I missed something? Look, let me just take you 59 days into the future. I see a Christmas tree laden with twinkly lights and sparkly baubles. I see a wreath of holly on your front door, mulled wine and a roaring fire, Christmas movies and new slippers. Sounds lovely, but we're not even in November yet, Eddie. True, true, but how sad would it be if your table is laden with festive foods and yet that platter in the middle is empty? Are you saying it's time to put me order in? Yep. You snooze, you lose. And my highest priority is ensuring you have the happiest Christmas a turkey can bring. Put me down for a small one, then. Oh, a small one. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it will be just me and Mick this year. Ah, but think back to that table laden with festive food. There's nothing like planning a feast for friends to get you through the bleak days of November. It might be nice to invite a few people round. It won't just be nice, it will be glorious. And that's a Grange Farm guarantee. By ordering a large turkey now, you'll be motivated to make this year the Christmas of your dreams. Morning, Kenton. Oh, it's looking good. Yeah, until the wind blows and the next lot of leaves fall down. Yes. Oh, here, can you hold the sack for me, Trace? Oh, of course. Won't be long before we're hanging the Christmas lights out here. We've got the pumpkin bunting to put up first. Thanks for the reminder. I'll do that this afternoon. Yeah. So how was last night? Oh, it was great. Honestly, they made us feel like royalty. The wine merchant dropped off our cases first thing this morning and had a quick peek. Some really decent bottles I thought there would be. The whole event was super refined. I stuck out like a sore thumb. Well, I know that's not true. Lillian said you were the heart and soul and that you set a new standard for speeches. Oh, done. Let's go in and you can show me the trophy. Well, I mean, the honor is the real prize. What? No, no, I disagree. Now, I think the trophy itself is going to make a great talking point. I've cleared a space for it beside the scotch. Right. I don't think that's going to work. If it's too low down, the view of it will be blocked by people queuing at the bar. You think? Yeah, leave it to me. I'll clear A shelf much higher up, right out of reach. We wouldn't want anything to happen to it. Hi, Josh. Hi. I'm glad you're back. Dad's just run to ask if one of us could pop over to check on the ewes. Is there a problem? I was over there with Feed yesterday. Adam spotted one looking off her feet. Okay. I'll go when I get back. But that might. Might mean I'm not free to help you with milking. I'm resigned to that anyway. But I'm also the bearer of good news. Dad can do the milking tomorrow morning and afternoon. He's pushed some meeting he had onto Thursday and I'm going to get on with other jobs between deliveries. Mum will be the only one at Meadow Farm, I promise. So I'm free to take Rosie and Madison pumpkin picking? Yes. Oh, brilliant. And Esme wants me to say a massive thank you. To me? Yeah, for managing here without Mum. Oh, you didn't tell her I was getting fed up, did you? No, definitely not. Well, maybe I laid it on quite thick about how hard you graft. Well, I don't want her thinking I'm a whinger while the rest of the family falls over themselves to help her. I'm not falling over myself. Did you really need to go over there this morning? I promised to help with some bits of admin. What? Nothing. It's not nothing. You think I fancy how you too? Hi. Oh, hi, Joy. Beautiful day. Oh, yeah, it is now. It wasn't at 5am it was absolutely throwing it down. That's why the lane smells so fresh. Look, I saw a cow on the loose just down the lane. On the loose? Like not in a field. Black and white one on the grass verge. Oh, it's not one of ours, then. That's worrying. Well, hopefully the farm is on the case. I've got a thriller for your gran and an absolute page turner. Is she in? Yeah. If you're quick, you might be in time for a famous Leonard sarney too. Oh, if they're having their lunch, I'll just pop it through the letterbox. Oh, that'd be silly. Gran would love to see you. Give me a minute, Eddie. South Bulset Sheer Pub of the Year. Unusual shape, isn't it? Pass it over. I just need to get it up here. And if Kenton asks, you think the trophy looks very artistic. Be careful. That chair doesn't look too steady there. Oh, right. What can I get you? I'm not here for a bite. Was this about my chat with Emma yesterday? I don't know anything about that, but was it George related by any chance? Afraid so. Afternoon, Eddie. Afternoon. I was gonna say, about our George, if you can afford to lose a good, honest customer, then it's your funeral. Well, if it's any consolation, I would have made a different decision. He doesn't sit easy with me. After he stuck his neck out for us. Then the least you can do is help me with my turkey orders. Let me stick some of my flyers on the bar. No problem. Will they fit beside the box of poppies? Perfect. Kira designed them. Oh, very Christmassy. Yeah. I suggest you get your order in quickly, Tracy. You got many to shift? Oh, yeah. A bumper flock this year, but they're flying out. Joy's just ordered one that would put Scrooge's prized turkey to shame. See you later. Oh, and a very merry Christmas to you. It's still October. Bye, Eddie. Crikey. I wouldn't have his confidence if I was selling under the Grundy name this year. Oh, surely locals won't punish Eddie for his grandson's behavior. And anyway, George being in prison last year didn't damage sales, did it? No, but out of sight, out of mind might help with that. It's different now George is back. Less easy for folk to forget what he did. Maybe. Right. Now, let's get that trophy on display. Where is it? Up there. Pride of place. Where? Top shelf. I wanted it to be safely out of Horam's way. It's a shame, though. I'd like to get a better look at it. Trust me, that's the perfect place. Right, I'd better put this chair back. Hello again, Josh. Off on your egg round? It's a bit more than that, Joy. No rest for the wicked. I must be very wicked then, because I'm planning on getting stuck into a project that could well mean I get no rest until Christmas. Oh, yeah, you say Christmas? Oh, yeah. It's closer than you think. Oh, I haven't even managed to organize Halloween yet. This project doesn't involve Linda Snell, does it? Surprisingly, no. This is all mine. Eddie Grundy got me feeling all festive this morning, and so I thought I'd ask Linda what she'd got planned for the village this Christmas. Careful, Joy. You've been in the village long enough to know never to volunteer for a Linda Snell extravaganza. Good advice, if there was a show, but she's focusing on family this year. But there's always a show or something. At least a panto Christmas readings, something she sounded quite determined. She said after organizing the fete and the flower and produce show, she wants a quick, quiet Christmas with Robert. Fair enough, I suppose. Though apparently Robert's grandson and his family might be coming, so maybe it won't be that quiet. Obviously, Linda can have a year off, but where does that leave the rest of us? I mean, we all moan when the panto's mentioned, but Christmas won't be the same without it. Well, I was thinking that maybe I'll organise something. You'd be great. Oh, but I can't produce and direct a play. It was have to be something simple. Actually, I might have an idea. Something I heard about through young farmers. Really? I'm all ears. Why don't I give you a lift back into the village and I can tell you all about it? All clear? Yeah. If you're up for it, I'll have a look at our schedule, get you booked in for some more days. Okay, but it'd be better if I could have a go at the real work. Be let loose with the chainsaw. Let loose with a chainsaw is not how they put it in training. Right, all clear in the landing zone, so I'm coming down. Claire, do you need any help? No, I'm fine, thanks. It's nice to have you working here with me. Good to spend a bit of time together. Is that the real reason you got me here? Want to chat to your mum? Would that be such a bad motive? Yeah, well, I could still be asleep rotting in your bed. I'm only joking. It's not so bad doing this. Oh, you're doing a great job. Your dad said he'd bring us a flask of coffee for our break. Right. Okay. Is he checking up on me? No, of course not. He's probably like me finding any excuse to spend some time with you. You're a loser of a son, George. It's what people think. If you're letting what Lillian Bellamy thinks get to you, don't. I've got a good mind to expose her blatant discrimination on social media. Or get in touch with the papers. Best local pub. Best local bigot. Don't do that. Can you imagine the headline in the Borgia, sir? Echo ex con claims discrimination. Why George Grundy can't get smashed in his local boozer. That's not going to help me find a job. Okay? True. So just leave it, okay? Lillian's a nasty piece of work. I wouldn't want to drink in a pub if I had to. Look at her sour face. Anyway, hey, how are you getting on? Yeah, great. He's been fantastic. Really brilliant. Yep. Turns out I'm fantastic at picking up branches and piling them up. Good job I went to college, eh? Well, we're proud of you. And to show how proud we are, I got some sausage rolls from the farm shop. Oh, class, I'm starving. I saw that rogue heifer again this morning near the arm. Stopped my car and thought I might be able to get a photo, but. Yeah, she was too far away. How's someone not missing a heifer? Here you go. Your coffee. Oh, cheers, dad. Look, I know you're both trying to make me feel better, but until I can drive again, until I have a job doing something I'm trained to do, I'm not going to feel that brilliant. We know that. Well, you can't expect it to all happen at once. But things will improve. I promise. It's hard to see how I'm not even allowed to drive a tractor. Hey, look over there. Roe deer. Oh, yeah. Three. No, no, four of them. I want to take a picture to send to Amber. Here, hold my mug for a minute. Dad, they're losing their red coats. Winter's coming. Did you get it? Yeah. Oh, that one's looking straight into the camera. It's good to see you outside, son. You've got some color back in your cheeks. All right, I admit it. I do feel much better being out the house. I'm rather busy today, Miranda. I can't just drop everything and meet up. I know, I know. I realize that. But if I threw in the lunch at the tea room, would you be able to find half an hour? Now you have me. Well, I could enjoy their delicious spice pumpkin soup without an ear bending from Emma Grundy. She's safely out of the way at Rewilding today, so there's no fear I'll bump into her. Is there a problem with Emma? Ah, yes. He's called George Grundy. Oh, of course. That young man is still ruffling feathers all over Ambridge. Brian's face turns to thunder whenever his name comes up. And it's the fact he waltzed back into the village without a care in the world that gets me. Oh, hi, Lillian. I'm just popping over to the Rewilding to have a word with the Kirsty and Rex about the beavers. Just a second, Miranda. Miranda. Look, I'll only be a minute, okay? I'll be outside. Sorry. Sorry, darling. You were saying we could meet for lunch at the tea room? Yes, I'd really like to put to bed some of the rumours that are flying around about my offer on the farmhouse at Home Farm. Right. Yeah. Well, I do have some questions. I'd much rather talk in person. I really think I owe you that. All right, well, Joanne's taking over from me at 1. How about we meet at the tea room at about 1:30? Perfect. I'm looking forward to it. I'll see you there. Sorry about that, darling. What I want to know is why my current partner is having a cozy little chat with my ex wife. Your current partner? You know what I mean. Well, it's going to get a whole lot cozier. Miranda is buying me lunch. Maybe she's about to drop a bombshell. She's hardly pregnant. No, but she might have had her offer accepted. No, no, surely not. I mean, there are so many other people who've booked a view it. Well, how do you know that? Because in case you haven't noticed, I work in property, darling. I hear it's getting a lot of interest. I imagine it is. And I doubt the Gills will accept Miranda's offer while other buyers are still driving up the price. How do you think she's affording it? She's unlikely to get much of a mortgage at her age. She's probably using the proceeds from our divorce. Brian will be laughing all the way into retirement. Maybe she's selling a house, raising the capital through that. Houses? Unless it's an entirely investment. Oh, I wonder. I wonder, should I be investigating whether she had hidden assets undeclared in our divorce settlement? Justin, just listen to yourself. That was years ago. I mean, I know you can't stand the woman, but was there actually anything to suggest the settlement wasn't fair and above board? I mean, how would I know she had hidden assets from me? I wouldn't put fraud past her. In fact, I wouldn't put anything past her. Do you think that you could just for one minute remember that not everything is about you? If anyone deserves to get upset about the prospect of Brian and Jenny's home belonging to Miranda, it's me. More coffee, George? No, I'm all right. Well, it's done me the world of good to see you two out in the woods working together. Really, dad, you need to get out more. Well, looks like Justin's coming to check up on your work. M. Great. We better get back to it. I don't want him to think we're slacking. Yeah, and I better get over to Bridge Farm, load up the veg boxes. All right, I'll See you back at home. All right. See you later. Thanks, dad. Morning, Justin. Well, hi, Justin. Everything okay? What's George doing here? Don't worry, I'm not you. No, no, I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the woman I hired to do the job. Honestly, Justin, he's just clearing up, that's all. And he's done a great job of. He's a grafter, this one. Yeah. I don't care how hard he's working. I don't want him anywhere near this job. Why not? For health and safety reasons. Well, it's a good thing I happen to be passing. He's untrained. He's trained for the work he's doing. I've covered all the health and safety aspects with him. What exactly do you have a problem with? If you want me to call up another tree surgeon, I'm happy to do that. Here we go again. Lillian's got you on a short leisure. Mum, he's fine. I'll just go home. I cannot believe this. This. Look, I'll drive you back, George. Don't worry about it, Mom. I can walk. No, I will drive you back. So I'm going to get someone else to finish the job, am I? No, I'm going to take my son home and I'll be straight back. The job will get done. So, Linda usually puts on the Christmas show. Yeah. Yeah. Miranda, I wonder if you. This year, she's reneged. Oh, well. So Joy appears to have come up with some alternative plan. Which is? Oh, she wouldn't say. Not Miranda. How clandestine. Ambridge is an intriguing little village. Always something going on. And is that why you're eager to set up home here? Ah, yes. I'm sure Justin has attributed all sorts of malevolent motives to my offer on Home Farm. Well, naturally, we're all wondering what's drawn you to that particular house. It seems odd to you? Well, if I'm honest, yeah. It was Brian and Jenny's home and sailing it. One of their biggest regrets. And that's why I wanted to meet with you, Lillian. I hope you know me well enough now to see I'm not the monster Justin likes to make me out to be. I was fond of your sister. And believe it or not, I'm very fond of you, too. Really? I've grown to love Ambridge. The farmhouse will make a good investment. Investment? But as well as a beautiful home, there is no motive, no scheming, as much as I'm sure Justin would love there to be. But I do Realize it might throw up some complicated feelings for you. It's thrown up complicated feelings for the whole family. That's why I wanted to meet. To say I understand. And I would probably feel the same if I was you. You must all have so many memories in that house. It was always a pleasure to be invited there for dinner. Despite the generally unpleasant presence of Justin, I never failed to be impressed that you put up with him. I don't imagine Brian is a walk in the park either. No. But I'm quite attached to him nonetheless. Lillian. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, Lillian, are you all right? Oh, yes. Though he was just thinking about Jenny in that house. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm not sure how I feel about your plans, but I appreciate you talking to me about them when you really didn't have to. Is Amber home yet? No. I heard about Justin. That must have been hard. You know, feeling like you can't do anything right. I'm getting every door slammed in my face. People can't stand the sight of me. That's not true. It is. No one is happy that I'm back. Marky could have had his henchmen do away with me and the village would have had a party. Well, that's not true. And you believe that, do you? It's bound to be hard at first, right? People aren't going to forgive easily, but in time, they will. They won't. I wonder if you should think about starting the drone business up again. I've actually tried, dad. I've emailed all my old clients who tried to get some interest going, and Nothing. You might have to be persistent. Give it time. I'm starting to hate people saying give it time. I sat in a prison cell for a year giving it time. My life was supposed to start up again when I got out, but it's impossible. I promised Amber so much, and she must be sick and tired of coming home to a useless fiance who nobody likes. I still can't get over the Grundys expecting their boy to be welcomed home like the prodigal son. I've always had a problem with that parable. It feels so unfair. His mother brought him in to work at Rewilding today. Oh, for heaven's sake. No, I know. And absolutely no shame about it. She even told me he was a grafter. Oh, there are many names I could call George Grundy, and that's not one of them. Oh, I'm just so tired of it all. Not sure I can take Another week of drama. I mean, the holiday for a start. Well, surely you're looking forward to that. I was, but this newest plan's causing even more schisms. Mum's dream was to unite the whole family, and now Rory has truly stuck a pin in that dream. You know what, Justin? I could do with you being supportive, not crowing when things go. No, no. What do you mean? I am supportive. I've spotted you craftily searching for luxury hotels in the area. That was just a thought. If you really want to be there for me, then you need to get into the spirit of it. We are staying in the castle with everyone else. Oh, I just feel out of sorts. Is this really all about the holiday or your lunch with Miranda this afternoon? What colorful tail did she spin for you? She didn't. She didn't. She was very frank, very warm. In fact, I got the impression she almost wanted my blessing. You did give it to her. I hope it wasn't like that. It wasn't a business transaction. Well, if I was on better terms with Brian, I'd warn him to be on his guard. Oh, for goodness sake, Justin, let it go. 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I've never met the woman, but she's certainly making my life more difficult. Dad offered to do the milking today so I could have a day with Rosie, but of course it was never going to happen. I got a desperate call from him at 6 this morning saying the batch feeder in the parlor was jammed. Where was your mum? Milking at Meadow Farm, that's all. So muggins here had to go trudging over to Stella's in the dark with a sleepy Rosie clinging to me back. Well, thank goodness for Stella. She didn't look exactly thrilled to be handed a seven year old at the crack of dawn. Oh, and now dad can't do the milking this afternoon either, so I've had to cancel pumpkin picking. And I know he feels bad, but I'm gutted. Sounds like what you need is a brain break. Oh, that's exactly what I need. Then can I recommend Lower Loxley Hall's Friday night witch hat hunt for stressed mums and disappointed daughters? We've already got our tickets and I'm gonna make it there no matter what. Don't tempt fate. Hi, Freddy. Oh, hi, Josh. I've just been hearing about the nightmare that is Meadow Farm. I'm really sorry today got messed up, Pip. I thought I'd worked out how you could go pumpkin picking. Oh, these things happen. And dad was right to call me. Feed her auger again? Yeah, I sorted it. It's fine. Mum was really hoping to get back early afternoon but she's stuck at Meadow Farm waiting for Alistair. There's another cow with mastitis. When is Esme gonna face the fact that she has to think about selling those cows? I know, but just imagine if we were in the same position. How would you feel if it was Brookfield's cattle we were selling off? To be fair, you're farmers. That's different from her. Exactly. Thank you, Freddie. Sure, she's not a hands on farmer, but she grew up there. The herd has been her dad's life's work. Look, I'm sure it's hard, but I'm allowed to resent her when Rosie still doesn't have a witchy costume for Friday. Oh, well, if you like, I can pick one up for you. I'm going to Borchester tomorrow morning to collect our costumes. Oh, that's really kind of you, Freddy, but I promised Rosie she could choose hers. Part of the fun. Or I can take her to the ag store this afternoon so she can choose one. They've got a massive Halloween display. She'll love it. Actually, that does sound good. And the way I've been snapping at Rosie since she got back from Toby's, I imagine she'd prefer a trip out with her fun uncle to an afternoon with her grouchy mum. Amber, do you fancy going for a walk with me after lunch? Oh, I'd love to, but first I have to reply to some comments on my post. Don't pull that face. Don't make me feel guilty for doing my job. But you've literally been trying to persuade me to go for a walk with you for the last week. And know I want to go. You don't. I'll get it. I do. Just not this very minute. Oh, come on in, Freddie. They're in the kitchen. Thanks, Will. Hello, mate. Hi, Amber. Amber, do you remember Freddie? Ah, yes, Freddie from the abattoir. Good to know that's what I'll be remembered for. I mean, not my natural charm, not the cricket. Come on in. Well, actually, I'm here to see if you want to come for a pie and a pint. What, right now? Yeah, I've finally got a Day off. And I've actually been meaning to call round ever since you, you know, got out, things have been just crazy. You're welcome to come too, Amber, though, the more the merrier. Oh, thanks, but I've got some work to finish and I imagine you and George have a lot to chat about. I'm not allowed in the bull, though. Yeah, well, that's why I was thinking maybe the Hare and Hounds. I've heard their chips are way better than the bulls anyway. Yeah, all right, then. It sounds good. I'll just go grab my hoodie. Well, thanks for doing this. I know worries. He really needs to talk to someone who understands. Yeah. And you're such a great role model for him. I. I certainly know how tough it can be, you know, these first few months. I'll do my best to give him some hope. Well, that'd be great. It really would. All right, let's go. Well, Freddy tells me you're going to the Hare and Hounds. Yeah. I'll transfer some money over to your account. My treat. Thanks, Dan. That's really kind of you, Will. I hope you have a good time. And Georgie, we could go for that walk when you get back. Rosie, wait up. I think the. The face paints are in the next aisle. Hi. Hi, Pip. Can I bring you back? I'm surrounded by vampires right now and your daughter is sky high on fizzy fangs. Josh, I need you here now. Why? What's happened? We haven't even bought the outfit yet. Look, there's a rogue heifer in with our cows. What? Yeah, I think it's that young Holstein missing from the Knight's place over near Edgely. All right, what do you want to do? Well, we've got to get her away from. From our herd and back to Edgy as quickly as we can. This is a bio security nightmare for us. I know. You need to separate her from our cows. Yes, yes, I'm planning to when I bring them in for milking. But it could be tricky. You know, I don't know how much she's been handled before, but there is no way I could do this on my own. Okay, we'll come straight back. But can't you get Mum or Dad to help? It'll be quicker than waiting for me. It would if they were here. I've rung them both, but they're not answering. Okay. Okay, I'll grab Rosie and drop her off with Gran and Leonard, then head straight to the milking parlour. Thanks, Josh. Right. You know, I dreamt of this kind of Food inside. I got so sick of white bread sandwiches. Yeah. I used to think that all I need to make me happy was a decent meal. And a toilet with a lock on the door. Yeah, one that wasn't in a shared cell with nothing more than a privacy screen, which was no privacy at all. I don't know what I was expecting. An ensuite bathroom or something. Yeah. Yeah. If only to be fair. Before I was banged up, I used to think prisoners had it way too easy. Nobody understands unless they've actually been through it. True. So we can agree it's a nightmare being locked up. But then you get out, and it's a nightmare. I was so excited. I mean, obviously because of having Amber, but also just about the normal stuff. When I left Ambridge for court that morning, I'd already lived through months of guilt and shame. And then being in prison was boring. Yeah. And scary. And lonely. But getting out, I was hopeful things would be different because people would know I'd served my time. So dumb of me. It will get better. I promise. When Oliver gave me a job at Grey Gables, you know, I finally had a reason to get up in the morning again. Yeah. It's hard when there's nothing to do. I suppose. Things really changed after the explosion. And what happened with Linda. Suddenly being in prison felt like it had happened to a different me. So I just have to wait for a near fatal disaster before I can have my superhero moment and be forgiven. Except I already had my superhero moment, and thinking about it makes me want to throw up. You might not get one big moment, but you'll have the chance to prove yourself in hundreds of little ways. I don't know about that. It still won't change how people see me. I mean, Lillian, she's there on her high horse with her perfect life, making sure I know that I'm stuck with what I did forever. Yeah, yeah, no, I know what you mean, but. Right. Amber called me Abattoir Freddie today. No, no, but not Jailbird Freddie. Oh. Your crime won't always define you, you know, but you will have to be patient. Please don't tell me it's gonna take time. Okay, I won't. All right, Josh, get the cattle trailer lined up in the yard by one of the handling gates. Okay? Will do. It's gonna be tricky to separate her off. Looks like I've come at a bad time. Sorry, who are you? An Esme Meadow Farm. Esme. Can I help with anything? I doubt it. Not with a bottle of wine in your hands. And without the Wine in my hand. Pip. Pip, get Esme on the other gate over there. Yeah, yeah, if you can. All right, but you're gonna get your nice jeans covered in cow muck. Okay, once she's in place, can we try to trap her between the two handling gates? Is this where you want me? Yes, yes. Watch her. She's feisty. Come on, girl. There you go. That's it. Coax her in. Okay, shut your gate now, girl. Come on. That's it. And into the trailer. Up you go, girl. Up the ramp. Okay, Esme, can you shut out the back and bolt it? Great job. We did it. All right, I'll go and reunite this wandering girl with the knights. See you later. See you. Good luck. Thanks for your help, Esme. Handled her well. Muscle memory. I used to help my dad separate cows for the auction. Well, it was lucky for us you brought that wine when you did. The wine. Oh, where is it? Buried in cowmuck is my guess. Sorry. I was dropping it round to say sorry for stealing your mum and dad away from Brookfield. I must be leaving a lot on your shoulders. Anyway, better get on with the milking. The poor girls will be wondering where I've got to. Of course. But it's nice to finally meet you, Esme. Yeah, you too, Pip. It's Dad. I better get it. Okay, I'll be just over there. I want to get photos of that gorgeous sky. Hi, dad. All right, son? I just wondered how you got on this afternoon. Yeah, good. Food was great. Freddie said thank you. No problem. We talked about all sorts. Oh, that's fantastic. I'm really pleased. Hey, sorry, dad. That's Freddie calling me now. Yeah, no worries. You get it. You can tell me more when you get home. Yeah, okay. Bye. Hi, mate. We're up Lakey Hill. Can you hear me? Yeah, just about. Do you have a minute? Yeah, yeah, sure. Amber's off taking photos for our socials. Oh, right. Yeah. No, the thing is that I had a thought after our chat today. We were always looking for packers at the abattoir. And, you know, Vince might be just the man to give you a chance. Would you be up for it? I mean, I can give you a lift most mornings. Yeah, 100%. Oh, great. Well, I'll put in a word for you, Hope. Thanks, mate. Oh, and thank your dad for the lunch. Who needs the bull when you've got the hare and hounds? Don't let your Uncle Kenton hear you say that. Yeah, no, I won't. Alright, well, I'll speak soon. Yeah, bye. Amber, look, at this one. That sunset is so pretty. Yeah, it's nice. Freddy's gonna try and get me a job at the abattoir. Hey, that is amazing. You have so many transferable skills, even if you can't drive a tractor for a bit. There's all the things you learned from that course. Finance, personal development, motivating people. You are a highly desirable employee, George. Yeah, I think the plan is to give me a few shifts on the meat packing line. Not sure I'll be needing my management skills training for that. From humble beginnings come great things. From humble beginnings comes a life of always being broke. But that is not for you. You are going to do great things. All right, I believe you. Race you down the hill. Oh. Get ready to lose, Grandy. One, two. Ready? Three, two, one, go. Your mum says all the after activities are going well at Lower Locksley. Yeah, yeah, we've been really busy. Everything from cob nut lobbing to making pipe cleaner spiders. Right, Spirit. I'll be there for the big witch hunt tomorrow night. I don't think we can call it that. It's a witch hat hunt. It's important difference. What's your mum got organized for me to wear? I picked up our costumes this morning. You two are Monsieur and Madame Dracula. And I'm Frankenstein. I thought we'd go with the classics this year. Oh, and I almost forgot. Your mum texted to say that the chocolate cauldron's been delivered with with only 2 kilos of chocolate buttons. Well, how many does she think we need? More like five kilos. Just if I could pick some up from the cash and carry. But I'll struggle to be finished on time. Any chance you'd be able to go on your way home? Yeah, sure. I think it's open late tonight. Brilliant. And she needs white chocolate. That's very important. It needs to be white so it takes on the green coloring. Okay, Got it. Yeah. How was your day off yesterday? The George Grundy charity lunch. Hey, I wanted to help. Oh. In fact, I was hoping to talk to you about that. All right, just give me a minute. In fact, I'll see you back in the office in five. Hard to talk about anything much above this racket, Pip. Ah, let me guess. You love handling Rove heifers so much that you've come back for more. No, not that. But I have brought a replacement bottle of wine. Oh, that's kind of you. You didn't have to. Josh said the Knight family were happy to get their heifer back. You know, seeing you and Josh here yesterday and the size of the herd you've got. It really hit home that I'm asking too much. Thank you. Bottle of wine feels wholly inadequate. It's a start. No way I can ask your mum to be at Meadow Farm every day. You need her here. Well, it's true. But knowing mum, she's not going to abandon your herd until you have some alternative in place. Which I'm going to sort out. Honestly, after the funeral. I'm just finding it hard to think beyond that. Yeah, of course. I'm sorry about your dad. Thank you. I'm doing okay. Ish. But I still wake up every morning feeling like I've been hit by a bus. The reality of him actually being gone slams into me and for about the millionth time in my life, I wish I had a brother or sister. Be careful what you wish for. No, I mean it. You're lucky. I know. Sorry, I'm only joking. Everything is so urgent and I'm so hopelessly under skilled to deal with any of it. If dad had left behind a warehouse full of stuff, I could take my time deciding what to do with it. But I've got barns full of animals that need constant attention just to keep them alive. Like being milked twice a day. And I can't do it. You separated a heifer from our herd. That took skill. It took adrenaline and some clear instructions. Well, I'm glad you turned up when you did. I can't see most people dropping everything to manhandle a huge beast into the back of a trailer. That was impressive. Thank you. Now Josh was telling me how he failed in his task of buying Rosie a witch's outfit yesterday. Yesterday? A victim of the heifer emergency or did you manage to sort something out for her? No, I dashed to the supermarket last night and they'd sold out. Josh even went back to the ag store this morning and he said all the good stuff had gone. A pandemic. Of which specific? Consumer madness. Yeah. Apparently Rosie could have any number of werewolves or spooky princesses, but there isn't one witch costume left in Borser, not even a stick of green face paint. And anything ordered online won't turn up till Saturday. I've checked all my great intentions to make the perfect witch costume, and now I can't even buy, borrow or steal one. I'm starting to understand why some people hate Halloween. Borrow one. What? I might have just the answer. You can borrow a costume from me. I know all my dressing up stuff is still in the attic. Dad kept Everything. Boxes of school books, every birthday card I made. Oh, that's so sweet. Yes, it is. But it's also a bit daunting. Now I've inherited it all. I love dressing up and I'm pretty sure a witch was in my repertoire. Along with a French onion cellar. Really? Why? Don't ask. Oh, different times. Yeah. You could come over later this evening and have a look. Yeah, I'll ask Mum to babysit. Thanks, Esme. You might have just saved my life. Great. That's a plan. Right, I better get going. I'm meeting the vicar to talk through the eulogy. Alan? But he's a sweetie. He suggested I write down stories from when I was a kid. How's that going? It's kind of nice and sad. I want people to know that the gruff fellow they saw at the foot farm feed shop or on the cattle market was the same man who would run around a field on a summer's evening, pushing me in his wheelbarrow, shouting, we're running for the hills. My dad was a good storyteller too. Though the tales of his childhood were definitely too tall to be true. He claims to have once seen a pig on a bicycle. I can't believe he's gone. Right. Ready, Sally? What was it you wanted to talk to me about? Well, it's about helping George Grundy. Giving him some hours here in the packing shed. Ah, I don't know. I don't think so. Why? He's strong, hard working and he desperately wants to prove himself. That's got to be good for us. Yeah, and I'd have said yes in a heartbeat before Rochelle. Look, I've always prided myself on giving opportunities to those who need a second chance. You know that. But now I have to admit, I'm less keen to put my trust in people who've already proved themselves untrustworthy. Really? Well, just because we make one mistake with Rochelle, everyone else has to suffer. That one mistake could have ruined my business. Yeah, but how is George going to get a foot on the ladder again if no one's willing to stick their neck out for him? I'm really sorry, Freddy, but it'll have to be some. Someone else, not me. The answer is no. What's that there, under the lion suit? This. Aha. The witch's dress. Oh, Hooray. Oh. Complete with papier mashy, pointy nose, a potion book and a wicker wand. God, it looks the perfect size for Rosie. And a hat. And a cape too. A rare find in Borsetshire. I heard. Too, right. I've heard mothers and fathers across the county are willing to fight to the death for one. I'm really sorry, George. No, it's fine. I didn't really think you'd say yes anyway. There'll be other jobs. Amber's right. I know you got your hopes up, but. I didn't get my hopes up. Well, it was. It was my fault, really. I just. I thought it would be a yes. Or at least a trial shift. But if Vince isn't hiring, that's not. No reflection on you. Even if you had years of meat packing experience, he's not going to be able to magic a job that doesn't exist. It's clearly not about whether Vince is hiring or not. He's not hiring workers like me. Well, Vince was actually really positive about you. He heard good things about your time at Bridge Farm. And Eddie is always singing your praises. Well, there you go. Anyone for a cuppa? Builder's tea? Oh. Oh. Or something cold. A kombucha. But Amber got two cases of the stuff delivered yesterday. Sponsorship. Go on, then. I'll try one. Cherry and diamond. All right for you? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever's going well. You sit down, Amber. I'll get these. Oh. Maybe Vince will keep you in mind for the future. Definitely. I'm sure he will. If he gets desperate. You mean runs out of people without a criminal record? Look, he took a chance on me. I wouldn't rule it out. That was different. You're practically family. I love it out here. It's so peaceful at night without a herd of cows clamoring for attention. I've learned so much from your mum. Helping her with the milking. Well, and it sounds like you're really getting to grips with the paperwork. I saw all the neat piles. Very organized. Though the size of the priority pile is quite scary. You'll get through it. I just have to. Mum said you've started getting the winter housing ready. Yes, that's one thing I have done. But I'm worried whether I'll have enough bed and straw to last through the winter. Wow. You're starting to sound like a farmer, Esme. Throw in a couple of complaints about the weather and you're gonna blend in seamlessly. Have you ever actually considered it? I mean, you grew up on a farm. It's in your blood. It's nice you think I might have it in me. But isn't farming something you have to love heart and soul? It's the only way to cope with the stress. I'm just not sure I love it enough, though the thought of someone else living at Meadow Farm does make my stomach sink. Yeah. Yeah, I bet. Look, I should probably be getting back. I told Josh I'd only be an hour. Have you got the whole costume? Yeah. Thanks again. I'm going to hang it up in Rosie's room so she sees it when she wakes up. And then my plan is to fall on my bed and sleep till morning. I hope you have a great time tomorrow night. If you'd like to come to Lower Locksley with Rosie and me, you're very welcome. Really? Yeah. Well, if it's okay with Rosie, I'd love to. Right, I better get going. I've got to deliver some emergency chocolate to my mum. That's my kind of emergency. Just let me know when you fancy another pint, George. It was good chatting yesterday. Most people just don't get it. Yeah, we're in a club no one wants to be in. Yeah. Hey, you wanted to borrow that game, didn't you? Yeah. Yeah, thanks. I mean, if that's still okay. Yeah, of course. I'll go grab it for you now. Oh, thanks. Thanks for spending some time with him, Freddie. I'm just sorry I couldn't sort him out with that job. Something will turn up. Yeah. Yeah. He was so much more positive after he got back from lunch. That's good to hear. Yeah. I felt a bit awkward asking you to go out with him. I mean, you hope you felt you could say no. Honestly, it was fine. Here you go. Thanks. And I'm not a charity case, so don't feel you need to do my dad any more favors. It wasn't a favour. I heard you both talking. I hope you felt you could say no. No, honestly, mate, I was planning on coming round anyway. Yeah, well, don't bother putting yourself out again. Cause what do we really have in common, eh? You're a public school boy from a stately home and I'm grundy scum. George. George Wade. I'll go after him. Look, I'm sorry, Freddy. I think I've just gone and made things worse. I'm not sure how I managed to get face paint absolutely everywhere. Oh, don't worry about that. I think Rosie has already got her coat and boots on. So let's get off. I'll clean up later. Rosie was very patient. The whole green face look took a lot longer than I thought it would. I'm just in awe of how artistic you are. And Rosie's delighted. She looks truly terrified. Surely that's the Point. Well, I must send Stella a photo, unless you want to wait to get over all the spooky decorations at Laura Loxley. Ah, good idea. So, what's the plan for the evening? Well, I know there's a hunt for witches hats with a prize lucky dip if you spot them all. My cousin told me there's going to be a co cauldron with an edible witch's potion consisting mostly of chocolate. So there'll be screaming children, drafty corridors spiders. Are you sure you still want to come? Oh, definitely. Now, I've spent so much time at Dad's kitchen table trying to figure out how to run a farm and make sense of my dad's accounts that I'm ready for a bit of Halloween action. And I'm kind of curious to see inside Lower Loxley again. I sort of remember being there with my mum when I was about Rosie's age. Chelse, how's the chocolate cauldron looking? I don't know. Hope I peaked too early. It's getting kind of gloopy. What did the instruction book say? Basically, not to worry in that the thermostat would keep the melted chocolate at optimum temperature. I worry that adding the color in has ruined it. Like made it seize. It does look a bit off. No one will want to dip marshmallows in that. Do we have enough chocolate to start again? Yeah, we should have. I got tons extra. Maybe I'll try it without this color and stuff. Yeah, Natural green food coloring. Mum did look at powdered spinach at one point. Might have worked better. Yeah, not sure the kids would care for that. How do you think we could get away with the white chocolate cauldron? Magic potions don't have to be green in today. Fabulous costume, Chelsea. Like the cat's whiskers. Cheers. Oh, hey, Vince, you could be our guinea pig. How do you fancy trying my first dipped liver of to What? Do I have to? Yeah, fro. I know you'd get your revenge on me one day, Chelsea. Yeah? Eat this and you'll be cursed to lose your tongue if you ever go shouting your mouth off in the local pub. Right, Here you go. It tastes all right. It looks kind of gnarly. Ah, don't worry. This is the failed batch. I'm about to ditch it and start again. Why? What's wrong with it? A witch's cat never tells a secret. Freddie, what's wrong with you? Don't ask me, Ask the chef what poison she's used. Looks like none of the kids can Find a witch's hat in here. I just heard another parent saying that her kids have been searching for ages. Oh, imagine having a nursery this size. Must have been freezing in winter. Not with roaring fires and hot apple cider to warm them up. Children can't have hot apple cider, even during harsh Victorian winters. How many more hats have we got left to find? Rosie's got the sheep. I think three. There is ones hidden in the Oak Room, the library and the ballroom. Oh, we could leave this one and go and find the others first. Look at that frown. Well, there's no way Rosie's gonna give up until she's found it. Gosh, she loves a good treasure hunt. Hey, Pip, you made it. Well, yeah, by the skin of my teeth. Do I get a lucky dip prize for managing to wear something other than wellies? Well, after the week you've had, you certainly do. I'll have a word with Vince. He's the dark defender of the prize barrel, and he's taking his role very seriously. Gosh, it's busy in here. I might have guessed this would be the most popular room on school trips. Kids are always fascinated by the nursery. I think it's become a bit of a bottleneck because no one can find hat number seven. Eh, really? I thought it was hung over the cradle. Nope, not anymore. Missing hat alert. Thanks for the tip off. I'd better let Vince and Chelsea know that you can get a prize for finding nine hats rather than ten. Who was that? Oh, sorry, sorry. Should have introduced you. He's my cousin, Freddy. He's set to inherit this place one day. Wow, that's impressive. A herd of cows are a stately home. Which is the bigger burden to inherit a herd of cows? Most definitely. A stately home doesn't need milking twice a day. Well, that is one massive advantage. Cheek of it. Yet another family trying to cut corners. What do you mean? Demanding the prize before they've done the work to earn it? If the trail says to find 10 hats, and in my book, nine won't do. Except, does it really matter? I mean, the whole point of tonight is to send the kids away with happy memory. So they pestered their parents to come back again. Again? I think it does matter. There's not much satisfaction in being handed everything on a plate. That's what's wrong with this country today. Oh, here we go. Certificates for tying your shoelaces. Medals for everyone. Guys, just to let you know, the hat in the Victorian nursery is missing. So until I find a replacement, it's A nine hat trail. Right, because Vince has been sending kids back to the nursery and teaching them a lesson about life's hard knocks. I was told one prize each on receipt of a completed sheet. You're not serious. The whole thing is just a bit of fun. Yeah, the little kid in the skeleton costume didn't look like he was having fun. Ordered back up the stairs to find a hat that turns out not to be there. Okay, I better get back out there and sort this out. And Vince, from now on, I don't care if they've only written their name on the sheet. If they come and claim a prize, please just smile and give it to them. Okay, what did I tell you? Might as well just end them a prize at the gate when they arrived and be done with it. Thanks so much for inviting me tonight. I feel like all I've done for weeks is go on about my dad's cows. After Josh left yesterday, I felt terrible. He must think I'm so boring and ungrateful. Oh, no, I don't think so. I think he just wanted to offer you support. We all do. Last week if anyone had offered to buy them, I'd have sold them in a flash. But now I've started to go fond of my girls. That's good, but you have to be more than fond of cows to be a dairy farm. Can I just say that your Rosie is an absolute superstar. Is she? I mean, I know she is, but what has she done to earn the title? Tonight she's just donated her own hat to the cause. We're back on track with a ten hat trail. But it wasn't Rose had to give away. Well, whose was it? It was mine. And it's got a sentimental value. I. I don't want it to go missing. Oh, it's fine. I'm delighted it's got such an important role in the Lower Loxy Halloween. We better finish the trail and then head down to the ballroom to claim your rewards from Chelsea and Vince. Knuckle of Giant AKA marshmallow dipped in white chocolate. How come Vince got roped into all of this? Oh, staff sickness. Mum was starting to panic about numbers so Vince and I volunteered to help out. Well, I'm glad you did. I don't think Rosie or I could have coped if you'd cancelled. Well, it's really great that you actually made it. Did Pip tell you that she's been left to run the farm single handedly? Well, look, that's not entirely true. The rest of her family have been kidnapped by A needy woman at Meadow Farm? I never said needy. Oh, well, it was something along those lines. Freddie, Freddy, this. This is Esme. I'm the needy woman from Meadow Farm. Oh, right. Sorry. No, I. Well, I had no idea. Obviously. Okay, well, Sorry, I better get on. Duty calls. I. I promise I'll get that hat back to you. Esme, I think that was the last of them. That's still on your feet, Vince. Just about. Managing that hoarder scallywags. Makes managing the abattoir seem like a walk in the park on a sunny day. I thought I'd be quite a good school teacher. You know, gruff, reasonable, likable. It turns out in the face of seven year olds, I have no authority whatsoever. It was mayhem. I'll try dipping hundreds of giants knuckles while keeping a million tiny fingers out of the chocolate. I loved it when you told him there was a force field around the cauldron and if they crossed it, they'd sprout air from their ears. Yeah, yeah, but did you see that big kid, like, way too old to be hunting witches hats that convinced his sisters and brothers that Hair Ears would be super cool? I did. The way you handled it was dead smart. You somehow made all the little kids laugh at him while making him feel like one of the grown ups. You had to meet him out of your hand. Yeah, I had him in a neat and organized queue. Even got him helping to get the others in line. That's what I mean. You're the one who'd make a good teacher. You think? Well, I do. Well, shame I've got none of the qualifications I'd need. Like, I'm proud of Brad, but sometimes I'm a bit jealous too. Like, he's gonna have a degree and what have I got? Esme, wait. I feel terrible. Can we at least talk? I don't blame you for being frustrated with me. I understand we don't need to talk. No, but I think we do. Or I'd like to, if you'd let me. I just couldn't explain myself with Rosie in the back of the car. All right, I'm listening. I really haven't been bad mouthing you around the village. Freddie just caught me in a bad moment on Wednesday. I was tired and cross and feeling guilty about spending no time with Rosie. Yeah, I imagine most people would feel the same. But I was also being selfish and unreasonable. I knew you were in an impossible situation, but because I'd never met you, I could keep it at a distance. You were just this name that I was hearing constantly. But you know, I really don't think I. I actually called you needy. 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