The Holey Oak had stood for centuries in Davey's field until it toppled in an autumn storm, revealing a stain on the internal timber that would give the Turin Shroud a run for its money. A collection of ten short stories about Davey and his attempts to scratch a living.
Nobody would ever describe Davey as a kind, old gentleman. Some folk would call him cantankerous, others would say he was a bit dodgy, and some, less generous, would even go so far as to call him a miserable, tight fisted, old bastard. He called himself an entreprenoor (his spelling).
Also includes a bonus story 'Tapestry' from the collection 'There Still be Dragons'.