A slight woman dressed head to foot in black, skirt reaching to her ankles, but barefoot. She padded over to the barn, unlocked and opened one side of...a large double door. I rode Oscar inside.It was a workshop; bright and clean, benches with tools mounted on boards on the wall, light from large glass panels in the roof. Cars; a Ford Zephyr from about 1960, a Lotus Seven, a VW Camper – all blocked up with the weight off the wheels. I parked Oscar and walked over to two motorbikes; a Norton from. Unfortunately, that narrowing of the river just three days north of where we would want to dock our barges for unloading would make barging impossible for some time, possibly forever. A road through the mountains was also impractical at our current level of technology.It looked to me like our only solution was to move iron by Zeppelin. I further concluded that the best way to do this was to do a preliminary refining at the source and ship a standardized pig (ingot) by air. I presented my ideas. Really, wide awake. Sara gave a small scream with the solid way I woke her with a shake."Wha... ? what's up, is everything alright?"Her training kicked in and she was almost immediately alert and composed."What is it Danny? what's happened?"I started to tell her but soon realised she needed to understand a lot more so I had her hold my hands and I set up another linking."Oh wow!" She started, as the full flood of information started to stream between us. I felt her questioning as the full. "And I'll miss having you and Evie over tomorrow." We'll continue our little Saturday tradition after the holidays, okay? But I have some family stuff to do tomorrow. It's the Saturday before Christmas."Thus, I had a free Saturday afternoon. But I still had exams scheduled on Monday and Tuesday of next week, before Christmas break got underway. I needed to find a quiet place to study. My solution? The public library. Mom dropped me off at around noon.I buried my face into my books for a couple.