‘Do you have a drink bottle in here anywhere?’ Annie asked ten minutes later, pulling chip packets and hay band out from under her seat. Her head whacked against the window winder as they hit a particularly big hole in the track.
‘Try behind the head rest,’ Harry suggested, accelerating to the base of the next hill.
A lidless plastic Coke bottle was a major win. It only held a few ants. The day was hot enough that dehydration could become a major issue far too easily.
‘He feels more to the south to me,’ Annie suggested. ‘We might have to leave the track now.’
‘Almost directly south-west from here, I think. Only we can’t leave the track yet. We have to get around the back of this hill first otherwise we’ll get caught at the steep part of that little gully. It’s too overgrown; we’ll neve
