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'You should be warm enough, but I'll go and see if I can find a blanket or two just in
case. There's a light just here, and you can use the toilet in our utility room,' he said, and
disappeared out of the barn.
'This wasn't quite what I was expecting,' Ben uttered, after Harry had left. 'I thought
we'd be able to blag hotel rooms or B&Bs. I didn't think we would have to sleep in a barn
with a bull. I mean, look at the size of that beast.'
'Chill out! It's not often that you get a chance to sleep on hay next to a prize-winning
bull. There's plenty of time for hotels, and B&Bs,' I said, trying to reassure him.
Harry soon returned with his wife Caroline, who was clutching two sleeping bags.
'You can keep this one,' said Caroline, holding up one of the sleeping bags, 'but we'll
need the other one back in the morning. We start milking at 6am, so you'll probably hear
us. Breakfast is at 8am, so come and have something to eat before you head off.'
They spoke to us as though we were the most recent of many to pass through Zennor
andsleepintheirbarn.NotoncehadeitherHarryorCarolinequestionedwhatweweredo-
ing or why we had nowhere to stay, but they had been extremely welcoming, in their own
special way.
Ben had perked up since getting the sleeping bag, and was already moving the bales of
hay around to make a bed on the floor. We both sank back into the hay and let out a sim-
ultaneous 'ahhhh'. It was possibly the most comfortable I have ever felt. After a long, hard
day of walking, cycling, scootering, begging and blagging, the nest of hay was just what
we needed.
It was 10.30pm and we had not eaten since the airport. It was time to delve into the ice-
cream container. Ben ripped the top off the container and we were presented with a huge
pile of cold roast pork, a heap of stuffing, an enormous lump of cheese, several pieces of
crackling and a stack of thick brown bread with some sachets of butter. We could not think
of a single sight in the entire world that would have looked more alluring.
'The picnic set!' exclaimed Ben.
'Perfect, we can use it to eat our dinner with.'
It was as though our adventure was turning into some sort of role-playing computer
game; collecting items along the way to use later.
Knock on door of house.
Collect picnic set.
Give wellies to young farmer.
Get food from wedding.
Use picnic set to eat food.
Wehadalmostcompletedlevelone,andifwesurvivedthenightwithSurprisewewould
have conquered the evil end-of-level boss, and moved straight onto level two.
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