There; that’s it. That’s where they buried Frenchman, said Andrew – known as River Andrew. For there was another Andrew who earned his living on the sea. River Andrew had conducted the two gentlemen from The Black Sailor to the churchyard by their own request. A message had been sent to him in the morning that this service would be required of him, to which he had returned the answer that they would have to wait until the evening. It was his day to go round Marshford way with dried fish, he said; but in the evening they could see the church if they still set their minds on it. River Andrew combined the light duties of grave-digger and clerk to the parish of Farlingford in Suffolk with a small but steady business in fish of his own drying, nets of his own netting, and pork slain and dressed by his own weather-beaten hands…