Moira and Mike

Moira and Mike
Stumbling downhill to my tent, stomach extended and brain swirling from having ingested a full kilo of sausage stuffed chicken over the previous two hours, a jovial fellow greeted me enthusiastically from the picnic table. "May I offer you a glass of wine?"
Let me think a moment. Yes!
Meet Mike, of Moira, Mike and Pico (their faithful black lab): world travellers. They have tossed aside the workaday world and cast their lot into a tent and experiencing life in the outside world. Most recently residing in Bristol, England, they have budgetted their finances to prioritize travel. Sure, they have done their time renovating houses in Scotland and staying with friends at a well worn domicile near Poitiers, but their consistent credo is Life in Balance. Not too much work, responsible play. Either that, or "If you can't find the nutter, it's you!" Currently exploring the Pyrenées by foot and bus, they are diacovering where fate takes them. So far, it has revealled a virtuoso playing a grand piano suspended against an abby wall and soon, they will see the wonders of sheep herding trials. Over wine and wheat beer, we made great progress solving the world's problems. Until, thunder roaring and lightning splitting the evening darkness, the rain bombarded us with drops as big as green peas.
Not to worry, Mike had an espresso hot off his alcohol stove ready for me as soon as my head emerged out of my tent door. In crisp morning sunshine, fueled fully with caffeine, we resumed our rescue of the planet. By noon, we just about solved it all. Obviously, we will need to meet again to continue this vital work.
Bon Journee!