Visitors

Last Wednesday I was cleaning the bunkhouse when the radio crackled. My first thought was "Oh no, the lunch group is here and I haven't made coffee for them yet". It turned out that the visitors that John was telling me about didn't want any coffee, they were just passing through. When I opened the bunkhouse door to greet them they decided to veer across the parking area instead. This is probably a good thing because I don't think they would have fit through the door.