Jo had been repelled by a tramp at the door asking for food. Wishing to be charitable, she brought him sandwiches and a drink. There was something unnerving about the mans stare. His eyes were blue and piecing, yet gentle and ‘all-knowing’. Spreading a rag on the grass he sat to eat and thanked her for her kindness. After a few minutes he had gone leaving no sign, but a beautiful white feather floated on to the kitchen table.