Sliding my credit card into my wallet I stuttered: "Erm, yes, I suppose so."Dropping her disposable cleaning cloth into a small bin, the girl idly dru...med one hand on the stainless steel chute. As the drumming stopped, four elegantly manicured fingers were outstretched. Talking to herself, the old lady continued her unpacking."Great! I'll have time to get the Prosecco chilled." I raised my eyebrows. "Where shall I pick you up?" Don't come into the car park. Too risky. Wait for me outside the. Both had been sent from her personal computer and not through the office server. The first message was a horror story about a laid-off Bernhardt blubbering and wailing upon his return to the cubicles. He had been so distraught that he had fainted in the hallway and EMT's had had to come and cart away his limp body. The tone of her email wasn't gloating, it was fearful.The time was already 16:30 on the twenty-four hour cycle of the station. Ferro swallowed the mucus that seemed to suddenly plug. All the past work is what we are seeing today with several of the folly buildings listed as Grade II. Hackfall is registered – Grade I on the English Heritage “Register of Parks and Gardens of Historic Interest”.“Blimey the Victorians must have loved this,” she replied.“Come on let’s take a few photos and move on.”Lisa posed in front of the folly known as the Banqueting House and I took several photos, then we moved on.After a hundred yards or so, the trail started to descend down into the. It is inspired by the memory of the same girl but otherwise is entirely fictional. Alas, we never hiked. Given that it is not a sequel, I made no effort to compare ‘Summer Camping’ with this story for any continuity errors. All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ============= Your mouth tasted of apple and wine, of chocolate and cheese, and was altogether a wonder to me, as were you and the fact that I was sitting there with you. Last summer had been a dream. Fall, winter, and.