On 23 December last year, while we were basking in post-Christmas lunch stupour (my family's Christmas lunch at my mother's was two days early due to travel plans), Luc's mobile rang. Not his personal number, but the "snake 'phone".
"We are running a children's camp next week, and wondered if you would be able to come and do some sessions".
So Luc explained that it wasn't convenient to talk at the moment, but if they would like to send an email with all the details he would reply promptly. He also explained that every session we do starts with an educatioal element; it's not just "Who wants to hold a snake?"
That evening, we received an email setting out what they wanted, where and when. It turned out they had found us because we are educational; they were running a three-day school for children in the local community, and thought that having the reptiles to visit would be a great experience, but could still be classed as learning.
Now, we have a rule. If we're free, we do not say no. If it's something we're not too keen on, for whatever reason, we'll put the price up. If they're prepared to pay what we ask, then we accept the booking.
We did some quich internet research into the people making the booking, and liked the look of them. We were also impressed with why they wanted us in. However ....
The date wasn't ideal for us, and the booking was further away than we normally travel for bookings. So we gave them a suitably adjusted price.
Which they accepted.
And that is how, on Boxing Day, we came to find ourselves drving with a car full of snakes and lizards to a booking 135 miles away in a Sikh temple in Coventry.
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