All was well but I rang Anne Marie and told her I’d stay home with my visitors, as I needed to supervise things a little from Bill’s enterprising ways. Two or three weeks later Willie happily suggested I come and travel with them “for a couple of weeks” by way of reward for my hospitality. So leaving my lawnmower sheep on the creek, the windmill with jack pump and tanks automatically watering the garden, a painting luckily sold by layby, all the doors were closed and left unlocked. Swag and paints were slung on the wagon. Off I went. Anne Marie, still patiently waiting for me to come back, was phoned again, and never protested. Perhaps she thought it was all her fault for having camels standing at her gate.