Afterwards, over a cup of tea in our kitchen Richard told me that late last night, driving home from a dinner in town, he and Annette came across the strangest sight. Not far from their gate the surface of the road began to move. In this one stretch of bitumen there were so many mice crossing the road that he had to slow right down to understand what he was seeing. He and his wife sat, transfixed, floating across what seemed to be a wide river of silver water, flowing steadily beneath them.
