Saturday

Hetty and I went for a walk this morning and happened upon the Caen Hill tent dweller. He looked very well indeed.  We chatted and he gave me his actual name (Nick) this time.

Louise arrived later and we walked into town and bumped into Nick so invited him to join us for tea and cake. 

You wonder how people end up living in a tiny tent. He's clearly intelligent and he spoke of his time working in America.  I'm sure I shall learn more if he hangs around.