I've written my mobile number on the back of this fifty pound note. Give it to your mum. She'll understand and know to collect you with wipes and balms and oiled shells at midday. Call me at 9am and say you have arrived. I will confirm with a huff minus the hindrance of word. Then its you, me, binoculars and a badgers' den i've built to inhabit in living Sussex copse. I like feathers and bits.