As Liz is blowing cornflakes and milk out of her nose, th door opens again and a bedraggled, bearded figure enters the establishment. Attired for hiking, he looks as if he has spent most of the night lost on a Yorkshire moor and suffering frequent encounters with peat bogs - as indeed he has. Always indecisive, he orders a pint of Guinness and a pint of IPA, drinks half of each, then mixes the remainders together to see if that has any better effect. Dumping his rucksack against the bar, he extracts an aged tortoiseshell cat, who gives the mouse a friendly nod and sidles over to lap up Liz's spilt milk and cornflakes. Refreshed by this fourth pint of IPA he then borrows Ebbies guitar and attempts to tune it. Failing miserably, he nevertheless starts to sing something which sounds almost, but not entirely, totally unlike and early Watersons number.