You know, Jora, I knew that about Spittal but it hadn't clicked. And, given where my great-grandmother lived, that would fit the bill perfectly for a chance meeting. Wonderful - all he needed was a hut and some ice. At least it's a consistent story. All I need now is a photo of Spittal Beach with said moustachioed ice cream seller and a clearly visible copy of the Berwick News.
Mike