Hobart is a pugnacious, yet lovable rogue, who manipulates his long suffering nephew into numerous tricky situations; including, hunting an ostrich with a smelly sock, visiting France in a home made balloon, exploding the farm's best cow, and shooting the world's only homing pig. Hobart is the kind of man that you like to meet, but can't wait to walk away from.
I was standing by the edge of the cliff, gazing out over the turbulent sea pounding at the rocks below. The frothy waves seemed hungry as they clawed their way up the cliff-face towards me. Tentacles of cold spray wrapped themselves around my legs and I shivered, hunching my shoulders against the wind as I walked back towards the graveyard.
The last sleek limousine waited with its back door agape. Bending forward, I slid into its warm interior beside Uncle Hobart. He was huddle...