Spaghetti logic

 It was a lovely cold and crisp day. Bright blue skies and plenty of sunshine bathed the South Coast - all was as it should be.

Ellie slept through and exploded into life soon after seven (she's like her grandfather for that). Dropping her at school the Gorse Fox returned for breakfast and the usual domestic activities for a Thursday morning.

Once everything was done, the Gorse Fox returned to the research. The links examined yesterday had unravelled. The Gorse Fox was back at first principles again. This time, he added some old letters to the starting data. These letters were written by the Silver Vixen's aunt (daughter of the enigmatic Nan). These letters ramble on for pages in a punctuation-free stream of consciousness. Unpicking them is a nightmare. After an hour or two the Gorse Fox had reacquainted himself with some of the ancillary facts. Whether they will prove useful or not, time will tell. (After all, the Gorse Fox has gone through this process several times before). The stage is set for the next exercise of genealogical futility.