If we are to believe the old stories, there is a crock of gold at the end of every rainbow. Millbrook and its surrounds must be full of buried crocks (and quite a few who have yet to be buried, I suspect).
We were treated to a terrific rainbow the other day, and here it is.
So, according to legend then, we should be seriously considering digging up the tennis court area in order to discover untold riches. I'll be sure to suggest this to the next parish councillor I chance upon.