Blowing Raspberries

As we stood at the Super Pit lookout being buffeted by the wind and the dust, staggered at the amazing bigness of the hole in the ground in front of us, Grumpy was talking about something and he used the word "beastly". Beastly. It made me want to give him a friendly punch on the arm and say, "You're a brick, Angela" before we packed up our hockey sticks and headed off to the stables for a healthy ride on the horses (not without saying a cheery "hallo!" to Mr Godfrey and his nephew, young Alec). But let's be sure to be back at the dorms in time! We wouldn't want to be caught out by the monitors!