Blog – Arrival
Six months later… and I’m back at the CFZ. After a seven
hour train journey, I arrived with my red suitcase, backache and a head full of
hopeful nostalgia. I was collected by Jon, Mother and Max (whom I had just
met). I swiftly dropped my case at the B&B and was whisked away for a night
of enlightenment at the centre. Pizza and tea were followed with cuddles from
Prudence and much teasing of a silly orange cat named Leo. Finally, the big cat
hunt was unanimously agreed to be the least exciting any of us had participated
in, with the only sightings being a flash of badger and a native carrier bag.
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