These guys have an address book that every salesman in the world would kill to get their hands on. Gloria and Fred know everyone, or at the very least..., they know someone who knows. These two can sell air conditioning to Eskimos dancing on the north pole. For the behind-the-scenes-work we do, they also seem to know where all the bodies are buried. So if there is something we need to know, they’ll know who to talk to.” The two looked up to Uncle Justin like they were in love with him. The praise. Having shed my jacket, I feel old Joneses gaze on my figure as I work around him. Then unexpectedly, he makes an offer. “I’m driving past your lane after work today Mrs Chiverton, can I drop you off at all?”This was uncharacteristically optimistic of Jonesy but I felt no reason to deflate him.I surprise him by accepting.“Why how kind of you Mr Jones! With the sun so warm I may be able to sunbath in my little garden with the time you’ll save me walking home!”“Mmm...” he mused with twinkling. As I got closer, I could see whom it was. It was John Royce. Shit!"You're better than I thought you would be," he gasped at me.I just looked at him, not knowing what to do. I considered the alternatives."Would you like me to call an ambulance, or will you be all right?" I asked him."You got me good. I doubt I will survive. Damn! It was a good life, too. This is what I get for getting complacent," he gasped out, and died.Crap. I looked for my staff. I found it, and walked out to my car. Thirty. The small soak was originally a native soak possibly centuries old. The deep well is a good example of the method used in stoning wells in the early 1900s by the Public Works Department.'Dave found that there were actually two wells at the site, but his information told him that the important historic site was the rectangular shaped well not the rounded one.The area was explored in 1836 by John Septimus Roe but like most of the wheat belt it was not settled until after 1900 with land being.