I can’t say that it was the most comfortable of nights, but the setting for sleep in the open was beautiful, right next to a beautiful Scottish salmon river. TPR and I would have been better off lying down on the river bank, rather than sitting upright at a picnic table. However, it would have been more advisable to have slept in our hotel room, just a few paces away (despite the problem with the plumbing).

The following day we joined NY and AH for a cycle ride in the hills. I found it very difficult to manage to the tandem on my own, and wondered why TPR had grabbed a solo bike.

Afterwards we found SY (but not CS) and one of the Y sisters, plus assorted friends, all seated at a big round table.

Across the room I saw ECM sullen and dressed in layers and layers of black, so I called her over. She chatted with JMH for a while, then lay flat on the ground. A woman who claimed that she was ECM’s mother (she was not) explained that “her daughter” had never been the same since she took the job in Sudan.