Me: What’s going on. I thought I heard a helicopter?
Nell: You did. It’s Poppy.
Me: Poppy?
Nell: Yes. Everything was getting completely ridiculous so Poppy made an executive decision and borrowed a chinook.
Me: Really?
Nell: As she pointed out what use is a pilot’s licence if you don’t use it?
Me: True.
Nell: They did a trial run of the covered wagon this morning and only got to the end of our lane before turning back.
Me: Oh no. What happened?
Nell: The wheels got stuck and David was so exhausted he ate a whole Madeira cake by mistake.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: The Cat said it’s never travelling in a wagon again.
Me: Muddy sequins?
Nell: Exactly and in the meantime Susan, Henry and the Buzzard Twins are half way to Dartmoor.
Me: And the Welsh Corgi Choir and Whippets Institute?
Nell They’ve been at the hotel since yesterday.
Me: It all makes sense now.
Nell: Does it?
Me: The helicopter is an excellent idea. Poppy can fly them up there in no time.
Nell: Yes. Fortunately the hotel can accommodate everyone as they will need to rest.
Me: I hope there’s space for Poppy to land.
Nell: We’re talking about Dartmoor here. All there is up there is space. Do keep up.
Me: They will draw attention to themselves.
Nell: That’s all sorted. They will be disguised as an Air Rescue team. The Cat has issued everyone with combat gear.
Me: It’s going to be an awfully big team with the Welsh corgis and the Whippets Institute.
Nell: Not them. Good grief. Try and be a little realistic. Just David, Harriet, Gladys, Alejandro, Poppy and The Cat.
Me: What about Knitwear Wolf?
Nell: He has his own knitted combats and beret. Very stylish.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
