Up in the North West the climate is HOT, all year round. Fortunately the homestead was air-conditioned. However, as a humble governess I slept outside in the workers’ quarters; a hotbox that wouldn’t have been out of place in a North Korean torture camp. Or so it seemed to me. But then I do have tendency toward exaggeration.
The following day, I dragged my bed onto the veranda. For the rest of my stay I slept outside, under a mosquito net, something I'd never done before. You see like the hero of The Biocide Conspiracy, I was the quintessential city-soft. And like Mo I was in for a rude awakening. But more of that in my next post.
In the meantime if you'd like to know if Mo toughs out life as a jackeroo click here.