Many people, wishing to point at an exemplar of mindless bureacracy, have indicated to me the character of Chalgrove.

Unfair, I say. Granted, he is meticulous, conscientious and dutiful. Mindless, however, he is not.

His mind exists, even downright persists, by virtue of regular routine. It is laid out in a grid pattern, and castellated in certain critical ratios. A measure of seven splits into a two and a five. Where precision is required (and Chalgrove does enjoy precision) twenty-four is employed as the divisor.

This cerebral containment resembles, perhaps, the rear garden of a modern family dwelling. Never quite embracing nature; the planters positioned according to policy, and the greenery only from certain Approved Suppliers.

There is likely to be a mild disagreement very soon. Appleby always wants to go his own way, whereas Broadstairs will demand a clear objective. Chalgrove is the man to schedule this dispute for later.

Chalgrove

Look, if we can just go up the hill a bit, we can get away from the traffic and work out where we want to go.