…and I wasn’t.
Bess writes: “They’ve brought me camping. As you can see, it’s crap. Not a sheep in sight, which means our lot are probably on the loose back home whilst I’m told to sit on a windy beach all day watching people stupidly getting themselves wet.
” If I survive the boredom I’ll post about another equally boring job we did (or rather didn’t do) before we came away – making hay while the sun shines.
Wish me luck.”