The next morning, I woke with Ayamin’s arms wrapped around me, and my stomach groaning like sailors about to mutiny.

I yawned and peered out the door of the tent, there was a thick wall of rain clouds approaching us.

‘Aya,’ I said, touching her face.

Her warm body shifted and her arms clung to me a little tighter, ‘I’m sleeping.’

I laughed, ‘Come on Aya, if you stay in bed much longer, you’ll never leave.’

She groaned, ‘That’s the plan.’

I laughed, then I remembered the stream running alongside the camp I’d seen yesterday.

With Ayamin protesting I slipped myself out of her arms, and half stood – which is about all you could do in the Winnie the Pooh tent.

I reached down and lifted Ayamin like a bride.

‘What are you doing?’ she said as I lifted her through the door and walked with her down the rows of tents.

I just gave a little smile, then as we neared the stream, she began to scream, ‘No, no Danny, no please…’

I held her over it and she clung to my chest, ‘Please… I’ll come out of the tent, I’ll make you fresh omelettes every morning, I’ll love you until the day I die…’

I cocked my head to the side, ‘Hmmm… very appealing… but…’

I opened my arms and Ayamin fell into the stream, it wasn’t particularly cold, but it was rather wet, I stood on the side laughing, and waited for her to drag me in.

But when she surfaced Ayamin was quiet, she didn’t yell, just heaved herself onto the bank and began to cry.