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The flies didn’t bother her but buzzed past noisily. A butterfly landed on her wrist and sat
there for a minute, slowly opening and closing its wings.
It unrolled its tiny
spring shaped
tongue and tasted
her wrist. Perhaps it liked
the flavour of her favourite honey-scented sunscreen.
She lay, mesmerised by the tranquil but ever changing scenery. Her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted into sleep. The last few days had been exciting but very, very tiring.
She woke to the awful feeling of something cold and wet trickling down her face. As she opened her eyes in alarm she heard a giggle and saw that her brother was dripping iced water from a flask held just above her. Anger blazed, she rolled over and, in one swift movement, kicked him on the shin with her hard, leather, riding boots.
Charles staggered back, hopping on one leg, and stumbled, cursing, down the grassy slope. He collided with the two men who were climbing the slope carrying their huge rucksacks.
‘You deserved that!’ said Athol to Charles. He turned and spoke to Saffron. ‘Sorry to disturb you, Ronnie. We’ve had a good look around here, we though it was time to move over and have a squiz at the rainforest gullies before darkness sets in.’
‘Yes, we should,’ she replied, sitting up and trying to gather her wits together. The shadows had grown long. The sun was not