The Fledgling Find
We had come from Frankfurt the 1,000 kilometres or so down into enemy territory — well, they’re not the enemy anymore, but will always be remembered as such, and in some sectors hailed as heroes, for resisting the ill-fated occupation (by the self-serving English language Murdoch world media)— and had parked our camper van and courteously made use of the huts in a local caravan resort and not slept there…
