Just at this moment a mad, hard-faced pensioner in black zip-up flying jacket, flared jeans and trainers hovers into view, spitting expletives. He sees me watching him and shouts across the cobbled street ‘Ye bollix!’ […] I look up at him and say ‘Sorry?’

Carry on past the church and then bear left at the junction.

to render an account of what really happened

, Book I Esau was never subject to Jacob.