The service-oriented people among us didn't bat an eye. The notion of somebody just finding something out was not "news". We'd broke camp early, us American citizens, after dividing ourselves into "misfits and rogues".
"Well, I'm not really a rogue in the proper sense of the worf, but my husband was or is, and, can I use the rest of this hot water?" No less than seven British Car Show vehicles had brought this lady and a man to our campsite. The woman dropped a tea bag out of the sleeve of a medieval-looking blouse. And poured tea.
Another woman sat staring at it. "The steam smells so delicious," she finally said. "Are you also a tea drinker dear?" The woman slowly nodded. Her hand raised and she waved at the others at nearby picnic tables drinking coffee and really starting to come to life.
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