One hot summer afternoon at Barkly Street, the kind when you should be making love, I was alone, so I decided to dig alongside the house. I found a little bakelite doll's arm. I thought if theree was a girl's toy, there could also be a boy's toy, so I dug a little deeper and found a toy soldier on a lead horse. I said to myself, if there were children, there might be traces of parents, so I dug a bit futher and found a diamante brooch, and I kept digging and found little medicine glass bottles, and I kept digging, by then sweating like a tea cup. I found a soildier's insignia, the sort attached to hats I had seen many times in pictures. I found bits of lovely thick decorated porcelain, and the afternoon passed quickly. I thought of the long-ago previous owners of Barkly Street. I also found in a little cellar an enamelled 1920s bassine which made me happy and helped me to date the other objects. I planned to gig more another time, but the mood did not return.