Of course I love the whole music theme you’ve woven into this story, but this made me think of something else. My shack is located in an old timber town, but these days, when I’m in town, the population swells to five. Most of the houses are gone. My neighbour is an avid metal detector. He loves scouring the ground in silence. Every now and then a beep goes off and he picks up his shovel.

If he finds something, it’s always the same word, “Treasure!”

I have no doubt you’ll be uncovering some treasure of your own.