I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
Ken stopped in his tracks. He knew that voice, and it wasn’t from one of the Scottish locals he’d met since getting here.
There was a distinct Essex twang to the voice.
Joey was up ahead, chatting with some girls they’d met on this Woodland Walk they’d signed up to.
Talking to women wasn’t on the top of his list, to be honest, this weekend, so he’d let them carry on, keeping his thoughts for company.
“Penny for them.”
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