MICHAEL
An hour later, we've made good progress. My brother is a strapping figure, and between us we have made short work of the mess of brambles, thorns and aggressive undergrowth.
"Time for a break," I say, mopping at my forehead.
Something delicious wafts by, and my nose turns the rest of me bodily around to follow the source.
"I thought you gentlemen might enjoy a break from all that." It's Sally, carrying two trays of something enormous. She passes one to me with a smile; the other to Ben, giving him a cool look as she does so. Sausage, bacon and eggs all in a bread bun big enough to play frisbee with. And two beer cans dripping condensation.
I love a woman who understands men....
"Ah, Sal. That's perfect. Thanks."
"Anytime, Michael. I'll send someone out for the plates in a wh
