She lay her stomach flat over the seat of the chair and craned her head downwards, holding the  sharp-edged chair legs with her hands and counterbalancing herself with outstretched toes. Her hair dangled and blew in the breeze from the open door and flicked in her eyes. She brushed it away with one hand, and contnued to curve her line of sight to the underneath of the large wooden stool, at which point she realised she could have just picked up the chair and turned it upside down, and so got up, did so, and, sure enough, found the envelope.