"There's money to be had in all this sea soaked timber lyin' around. All we have to do is find one off them derelict yotty cradle things, chop the bastard up, and sell it on as reclaimed, recycled wood. It constantly has an aroma of the sea, and the mud and them posh people up on Boxhill will be clammering to get there podgy little, hands on it".

"What for?" said Clegg.

"Cos its green, you daft bastard, think carbon footprint" said Compo.

"Carbon footprint?" said Clegg.

"He's lost it" said Foggy. "Too much time stood next to Kelly boy when he's drumming. That racket would send anyone crackers, it must be like standing in the middle of an iron foundry when that chap's drummin'."

"What the heck is a carbon footprint?" said Clegg.

"Damned if I know" said Foggy, "but we best humour the daft bastard"

So off they went, not like the bounty hunters, in search of paradise, nor the deer hunter, in search of ..............................well, deer I suppose, but like the 3 musketeers, (use your expansive imagination) in search of booty. Then they thought they heard a bus, so they all lined.....                

To be continued