‘More rope, Nigel’ Said Peter in a whisper.
In the canopy they were surrounded by monkeys playing. The tree had a Latin configuration but to you and me it was 200ft with a seven metre girth of flying buttresses. Nigel put the camera in his free hand and unleashed the coil around his shoulder. Vans were kicking up dust on the approaching track below.
‘They’re on their way’ rejoindered Peter
‘As if those monkeys haven’t got lost.’
The vans were eight days late and supplies were low.
Peter gave Nigel a fruit gum.