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The castle is infested with stone masons. About time too because the tower is in a horrible state and has been since last winter. I dunno what the term 'stone masons' means to you - possibly a grave middle aged man in a flat cap pronouncing wisely about batter and flemish bond and lime mortar?

Well these aren't like that. We have 4, average age possibly about 22, given to playing tournaments of it sounds like Mario something on Gameboys in their lunch hours. There's the pocket Hercules with brown hair and eyes and a nice soft local accent, the responsible well spoken one who seems to be in charge and keeps his hard hat on at all times [it's all too easy to imagine], the tall tanned one with butter yellow waves past his collar and the little dark curly one with the manic grin [Charlie Shaw to the life!] who accidentally squirted himself with the hosepipe this afternoon. They are all polite and sweet and having a good deal of fun as well as getting the job done.

Awwww the youth of today!