Back at Hilltop I try to change the light bulb but accidentally pull out the wire and blow a fuse which short-circuits half the lights in the house. At the same time a French guy arrives looking for a bed. Relieved that I don't just have bad news I call Eleanor, the house manager, and tell her about her new customer and the lights.
Later that evening she tells me that she warned me not to go into the forest (no one goes there apparently) as I'd be covered from head-to-toe in mud. I don't remember this advice. I have a bath to soak away the mud and linger under the heat lamps.
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