New photos have emerged of the summer camp that our brave crew visited last week. It seems the swimming pool is under 24 hour guard ... with bayonets. Such has been the stress endured in recent weeks that it was decided that only a truly secure and remote spa would serve to purge the psychological toxins. A diet of gruel and water, and a regime of hard labour, have all reaped significant dividends. Although the TL was caught trying to smuggle in a cheese platter on the first night, the crew acquitted themselves well. They return revived, and ready to push on. Dear blog visitor: gird thy good self for further tales of derring do.
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