Ken again ken?

Second day of the CICS weekend. Tom woke me a little before five with a call of nature. Apparently the Mongolians didn't think it necessary to design yurts with en suite facilities so a short stroll was in order - long enough for Mrs B to recharge the wood burner and make our attempts to get back to sleep and lie-in a little more comfortable.

The larks continued - check out yesterday for the results of a little too much excitement rubbing off on me.

We may be doing this again.