A pair of over-sized Chanel sunnies, my Hermès cuff and hiking boots completed the chic desert-inspired look I was aspiring to. Surveying myself in the mirror, I thought I looked ready for a day of rescuing wildlife.Not wanting to look too keen, I turned up a little after eight. Almost immediately I was accosted by a squat sun-damaged woman.“Right, who are you?” she said, stubbing out a cigarette with her boot. She had a heavy South African accent.“Zara,” I replied, smiling before adding, “I’m in Hamish’s wildlife-saving group.” I glanced around for Hamish, but he wasn’t there. I did, however, spy Henrietta sniggering in the corner.“So this is who we’ve been waiting for. Let’s go, everyone; we’re now seriously behind schedule.” I received a nasty glare.She had to be kidding. First, I wasn’t in her group, and second, it was only 8:07 a.m.!Time to try again. “Hi, I think there has been a misunderstanding. I’m in Hamish’s group. You know, the group saving wildlife and things.”
