SIGN and BEARING
“George, we really must, how do you say, transmit sign and
bearing”.
George smiled at his friend Claude, never tiring of his accent.
And somehow he never tired of making fun of it either.
“Wee Wee, but ‘ow are we to doo zat?”, George said.
“Be serious Mr Murray!”, said Claude whose English was
near-perfect, “hand me the mobile phone!”.
“Battery is dead, remember?”, said George as he showed the
screen to prove the absence of electricity.
Claude’s face showed he had forgotten that, and the truth hurt
all over again. No mobile phone. Merde!
Here they were, both envoys of their respective countries,
England and France, and the information they had provided each
other had to be handed on, somewhat urgently. Without the luxury of
modern communications, they were somewhat stuck for the moment.
They both stared out over the sandspit at the trees in the
distance.
“You didn’t bring a spare?”, asked George, breaking the
silence.
“Non”.
“Sat phone?”
“Non”
“How about a radio?”.
A shake of Claude’s head, combined with a face contorted by
frustration was all the answer George was going to get.
“Smoke signals?”
A filthy look…
Silence loomed ominously between both men.
Claude started pacing around the tree stumps, taking in the bay
views, while George lay in the sun, staring at the passing clouds
for inspiration.
After a few minutes, a frustrated George sat up.
“Well, I guess we’re down to Morse code then?”, he said
facetiously.
“What did you say?”, said Claude, as he turned to George.
“What?”, said George, not realising he started a train of
thought.
“You are brilliant!”, shouted Claude. “Not Morse code –
better!”
As Claude explained what they would do, George grew excited.
“Brilliant indeed!”, said George, and they both set off to the
transmit the message.
We received the message below – the location of the important
package – can you decipher it?
Note: if the gorse is getting you down, you're looking in all
the wrong places. beltfamily NEVER places caches in locations that
we do not enjoy looking ourselves.