Said to have been kidnapped and brought to Blissford by over enthusiastic punters from lower Frogham during a ski break in the Alps, his lyrical “bendey zee neezies” can be heard wafting through the gatehouse at the Mount, where he was incarcerated below stairs, with the skis and boots; clad only in a pair of ski mittens.

Ladies of a frail disposition are advised to close their eyes when he demonstrates the schuss. He arrived too late for ghosts no. 5., which explains the mellifluous yodelling if there is a snow fall. Could be mistaken for a berserk hitchhiker by out of towners as he stands by the roadside in his worn lederhosen with his digit out. Robust local ladies advise newcomers to just lower the sun visor and accelerate as they activate the central locking unless they are interested in being taught the “gelandesprung’ (a sort of Austrian spread-eagle in the air).

Eloise took the precaution of telling the renters she had an eccentric neighbour before she left, wearing an Austrian ski school badge on her fetching ski outfit.