Mike Hall
Whose barmy idea was this!
Bing bong, Bing bong, the noise goes as it slowly seeps into my ears and awakens me to the reality that a mob will descend upon my house in less than an hour. The reality of what we have agreed to do suddenly slaps me in the face. Time flies by and I find myself making a sandwich, finding my rucksack sorting out what to take. By 09:00 all have arrived and we look at each other with trepidation,...