How strange is it going to get!! After dinner Tarquin insisted on driving to his country house as he wanted to visit the library. Jemima and I amused ourselves for a while then retired to our rooms. In the morning (sorry guys, couldn't make it back to the site to be with you *sorry face*) we found Tarquin asleep in the library surrounded by various books and his own scribblings (rather unsettling some of those). Noticed he had listed all the things Munty Jack had given us, also there was a disturbing looking book called the Necronomicon. Anyway we were determined to get back to camp so woke Tarquin (very unwell) quick snack of quail's eggs (good idea Amelia!) and coffee and back to the camp. Apparently there has been an attack on a council van (not really the act of a revolutionary) and fingers (obviously) are pointed towards the camp and a rather uninformed self styled ' roving reporter' on twitter has accused US!! Oh poor man, if only he had done a little research (too busy roving maybe?) he would have found out we were at Tarquin's all night .
Sebastian now has a drum which he strikes at apparently random intervals.
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