Into the Woods, and Into a Tent, and Into the Sea.

The dogs scrambled on shore before us. The geese and ducks kept up and incessant din, added to which was the screaming and croaking of flamingos and penguins. We set about finding a suitable place to erect a tent in which to pass the night. Dry twigs and seaweed were soon in a blaze on the hearth. I gave my wife several cakes of the portable soup,. she established herself as arca, with little fronds to help her. She said: "I should not much like to taste glue soup"