It’s nearly 5 o’clock, on Easter Saturday, and the children of Gardenfarm’s campsites will soon be descending on me for a project I just hatched a couple of hours ago.
Actually, I wanted to get them drawing maps of Gardenfarm, but didn’t want them moving in to my verandah. ‘It’s time to make use of that caravan’ I thought, so drawing tomorrow, ghost busting today.
