Agatha Christie was certainly right - you never know what will happen in an English village.
Still, it's not every day that a gypsy caravan and horse stop in front of your cottage for lunch.
He was a very handsome, well mannered boy and they were out for the day rambling round the countryside in their caravan. Had to give him an apple of course!
And then they were off towards Berkshire, continuing their adventures.
