Miranda Whall

11.00.am

These were the hardest hours, we had done it, I had crawled through the dusk, night and dawn, it should have been over, but we had to get to 4.00pm, it felt like forever away, I was so tired, my knees were so sore, there was no more to discover, the badgers were asleep why couldn’t I sleep, why did I have to keep doing this, no – one would know, we wouldn’t have to tell anyone that we stopped at 11.00.