Chapter Thirty-OneToby Simpson’s driver Bill had little to do at times, but he always had to be on call. Often he pottered about the garden and, because he was in many ways an expert, the gardeners didn’t mind, in fact they welcomed the help. During his frequent walks the Captain often stopped and chatted about the various shrubs and flowers that he was tending. On one occasion Bill had asserted that gardens were always on the move. Nothing was ever static. ‘In the winter months there’s not much happening – but there’s always something,’ he had added.
‘Ah, Heraclitus,’ the Captain had said mildly and Bill had asked him what the strange word meant. He was told that Heraclitus was an ancient philosopher who maintained that everything was in flux. ‘You can’t step twice into the same river,’
