Thanks, though I don't think I could use a stumpicon. As pretty as yours is, it makes my internal Hornblower thrash bad enough as it is to know that one exists, yo. He starts muttering about turrets and woodworking shops and getting the tip angled the right way. *_*

And yeah. I spent last night looking at roads in SE England and different kinds of coaches and figuring how far Horatio could live from his boyfriend and still make it in for the occaisional booty call. *_*