Camouflage

When the going gets tough, the tough get going. This phrase echoed round my head this morning now that we are back in the Dower House with the usual routine of cleaning, washing, and food shopping and none of our recent holiday diversions and beautiful views to blip.

It could also have been a phrase that might have occurred to the soldiers of the Highland Light Infantry in their spanking new reconnaissance vehicles which not only stood out in the parking lot but would also have done in any part of this green and rain washed Isle.
No, their camouflage was for troubled Afghanistan where the soldiers are going in August as vigilantes or Guardian security Angels as one of them, who still looked wet behind the ears, told me.

The vehicles were so new that even the tyres were clean, but they bristled with modern technology and His Lordship pointed out the way their undercarriage was fashioned in a slope to divert any road mine explosion away from the body of the vehicle.
You see you learn something new everyday.

What a pity that their gleaming newness will not last long in the dust and heat of Afghanistan, and I expect the young lads will be dry behind their ears before long too.