“No Photography” the lady at the desk advises.
I look down at my phone then over at the cluttered, dusty entrance and debate returning to the warming autumnal sunshine where my dad and dog are enjoying the view of the calm harbour from the café next door.
I stare frustratingly at my map. I’ve walked the grounds 3 times and I’m still lost.
Beads of sweat gather on my scalp and threaten to cascade down my face and neck
Sat awkwardly on my camel, camera attached to my hip. My entrusted friend bearing the weight of my faith to keep me aboard, we were ready.