Moving on from ‘rag tag’

The next morning we packed up, Sam heading north, us heading south. Sam was amazed how quickly Shirley and I got our show on the road, we were a team, the six horses, Shirley and myself running like a well oiled machine. When we first met Rob and Bernadette, the cameleers, we were similarly amazed at how slick they were on arriving and leaving camp. It was something that we’d aspired to and were quite chuffed that Sam picked up on it, as we’d been pretty rag tag and unorganised when we started.