A Busman’s Holiday to the Shoe Factory

Training Camp Week Peering out of the window, Chalabre, our new home was shrouded in mist. The mist laid heavy on the rooftops and gave an eerie feel to the morning. I was hoping to get a sense of my new surroundings, as we had arrived late the previous evening in near darkness, but this … Continue reading A Busman’s Holiday to the Shoe Factory