…………is it only 6 weeks ago that we left home with our hopes so high? We always knew this was going to be a tough trip over field and fountain etc etc but the great prophet Botham told us that it was written. We would triumph. After all, we had all angles covered – we had meal plans for every stop and start on the journey. All we had to do was follow yonder star of wonder, but the skipper hasn't delivered. And things have gone from bad to worse. First it was Gaspar heading his camel homewards saying he had been suffering a stress related condition for some time and needed a break. The management said they knew all about it, but it was news to me. So Muggins here has to carry the gold as well as the myrrh. As if I knew what myrrh was. Now it’s Melchior complaining that his elbow can no longer stand long spells steering his camel and carrying his frankincense. If you ask me he’s probably got RSI too from all the tweeting home that he’s been doing. So now it’s just me and it doesn’t feel great being just one wise man in amongst so many camels. Frankly I don’t see how I can carry the frankincense too. To be honest I’m beginning to wonder if we are in the right place – there is a distinct lack of stables around. There just doesn’t seem much likelihood of finding a saviour…………………..
|Net practice earlier in the tour.|