Angus is up early to talk to men in dark suits. For half an hour, while Angus talks, Bob sleeps with his chin resting on my foot. He snores loudly. I tell the dark suited gentlemen that we have a bad line.
It has rained overnight. The Senegalese melon pickers are unused to rain.
They've somehow managed to topple a heavily laden trailer into the drainage ditch. Muddy skid marks show where the mishap happened. The melons have fallen on the long grass rather than the hard tarmac so the crop is, I think, salvageable. An important factor when you're paid by the number harvested. One of the melon pickers tells me he comes for three months a year, works twelve hours , earns $100 a day and sends back the money to his wife. It is enough to put four children through school. '' They will all become doctors and be very wealthy and very good ! " he tells me with the broadest smile of hope mixed with belief that I've ever seen.
Bob and Sophie have found this unusual start to the day to be highly entertaining. Sophie has tried, but decided she doesn't like, squashed melon.
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