Jo and Petunia are sitting in a field in front of a stone wall, surrounded by the litter left over from their picnic. Jo is removing stones from the wall and throwing them. Petunia drinks from a bottle... Petunia: Oh, I have enjoyed our country walk. Jo: Yes, we've come a long way, Petunia. He throws a stone. Look, you can see our tracks right across that yellow cornfield. Petunia: Oh yes. It's ever so nice in this field, but I'm glad those cows have gone. Jo: Aye, they've taken themselves off for a walk down t'road. Look, through that gate I opened. The one marked "PRIVATE". Petunia: Oh yes. He throws another stone. She is looking back over the wall. Sounds of a dog barking and sheep baa-ing can be heard. Our little Bingo's having a lovely time playing with those sheep. The exercise'll do him good. Jo throws yet another stone. The sound of breaking glass is heard. Jo: He-hey! I've hit that bottle, Petunia. It's smashed up a treat! Petunia: [Sarcastically] Very clever. Jo: You know, there's a farmer down there with a purple face. Cut to shot of angry farmer. Petunia: I expect it's all that sun and the open air life, Jo. The farmer jumps around in anger. Jo: Now he's doing one of those country dances. Petunia: Well I don't think he looks very friendly. Jo: Maybe you're right. Though it can't be anything we've done. Petunia: No, but I won't stay where I'm