hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

© Laurence 2004
“Hang on” said Marlon, and we waited whilst he packed his camera and other items into his ruck sack. The rain started to stop and the sun reappeared. After a couple of minutes, and thumbs up from Marlon, I leapt out of the window, ran full tilt into the bush at the side of the ward, reversed, and then run around the ward corner.