We have running through our village a watercourse known as Black Brook. It runs down the hillside into the valley along a natural bed before making an abrupt ninety degree turn to take a new course along the valley floor. At this point, having been prone to flooding, it splits off into two routes, one taking it through a grill and down into a storm drain and the other under a bridge alongside an old mill which it used to power. By the nature of the route to the storm drain - operational when the brook runs high - there is a significant deposit of gravel that sits above the usual course of the river. So, an idea materialised to create a new sign for the village. "No Gold Panning Without a Licence" On the assumption that we get the correct spelling of licence, we'll put this up before April Fool's Day. More creative thought has suggested the production of a press release to be issued to the local rags prattling on about the recent exposure of a gold seam somewhere on the moor and how the wet weather has washed despoits down into the valley. The release would be accompanied by a staged photo featuring a bearded, craggy prospetor. Naturally there'll be the production of phony licenses. What more can be had I wonder ... Simon