I have a sneaking suspicion that dear Miss Allie Astell late of Bath Spa has somehow become embroiled in some rather strange goings on near Dahab on the Red Sea. Whilst ensconced in the land of the Pharaoh one can only hope, that if faced with adversity the delightful gal will maintain a stiff upper lip and manage to keep the sand out of her sandwiches. What? Toodle Pip! C.F.