The wiser part of your correspondent has come to the conclusion that any confusion in The Windral has to to with Springtime Compost Piles. They're out there waving placards and making a heck of a noise when they're not sulking.
And then there are Strawberry and Asparagus, there's Potato, engines to repair,
the endless confusion of the leaping forward, and there's a whole panoply of
disturbances. Nor is your correspondent very good at what they call