Body found in vicarage garden

A man digging the foundations for his kitchen extension in the village of ********* unearthed human remains. -- details omitted -- Mr **** was criticised by the local police for reporting his find to a museum and not calling them out at once. In fact, he dug out the entire skeleton, removed it carefully from the site and took it to the museum in question. Indeed, the remains proved to be several centuries old. Mr **** unearthed another skeleton and some ancient jewellery before his kitchen extension was finished and it is supposed that his house lies on the site of an ancient burial ground. Nothing of any pecuniary value was uncovered but the site was noted for future investigation by archaeologists. Ten years later, the archaeologists have yet to revisit the site.
One cannot help but have some sympathy with Mr **** as well as some admiration for his determination in taking both skeletons to the museum prior to alerting the police. Had he left the bodies in situ, he would very likely have found his garden out of bounds for months. Nonetheless, it would be inadvisable to follow Mr ****'s example unless one was as confident as he that the remains he had unearthed were indeed old enough to require no active criminal investigation.

Bean
The cat in the picture is called Bean and her arrival at Charnwood House is a very typical "Charnwood" animal story. She was "one of a pair" purchased by the female half of a young couple on moving into the village (the male half purchased two Alsation dogs - an early warning sign of incompatibility perhaps?) The two cats, because of their colours, were called Champagne and Babycham. The couple split up soon afterwards. Both cats were pregnant. One of them took to waylaying the owner of Charnwood House as he left the house in the evenings - even going so far as to follow him to the pub and wait outside for him to come home. The cat in this way got itself an invitation to come inside (one very wet and windy night. No-

one knew then where the cat belonged).
Having been always very careful not to outstay its welcome and to inveigle its way into the good books of the owner of the House (who had no experience of cats at all), the cat was one day discovered upstairs (in bedroom 4) having produced three kittens in the bottom of the wardrobe there. The owners provided proper bedding and sustenance for the feline family who from that day onwards  took up residence. When eventually the history of the cat was discovered, both names (Champagne and Babycham) were tried but to no avail. The cat, who to that point had happily answered to Puss, then went out exploring the garden, doubtless met Mr C, and had her name communicated to her new family by whatever means it is that Mr C uses so successfully.
Her name was Bean and her behaviour is very good on the whole although she does have her moments (see The Poetry Club).