Operation Cygnet

Being bumped around in the back of the LandRover and I was beginning to regret taking my boss up on the offer of a weekend in Split. It was in the mid-30s, very little of the draught from the drivers window was reaching me and knees were tucked up under my chin.

The boss had some sort of meeting to attend and had managed to get a few of us transit accomodation for the weekend.

A few hours later, sat in civi clothing in a pizzeria on the waterfront and all complaints about the trip down had disappeared. If you squinted with your mind you could almost forget that you were on an operational tour and pretend it was just you and the lads on holiday.

Well you could until you clambered back into the LandRover for the 6 hour trip back north that is.