Though blessed with a hale and hardy constitution, the Reverend is in fact in his middle thirties, as might be told by the lines about his eyes when he smiles. A quiet singleton much interested in toponymy and folklore, he is as likely to be found out looking for some hill or hollow preserved only in the name of a place as in his study preparing sermons. The latter are of fairly good quality, if a little clueless on the work that actually goes into raising sheep.