“I thought you said it was a camp?” she said, as she looked at him. He sideways glanced at her. “It is, kind of, that’s the manor house. The owner lets the charity use the back wing. There are dormitories for the kids and private rooms for the staff. We do camp out too. This estate has over a thousand acres, including woodland and a private beach.” “Wow,” she mumbled as they drove around a large central fountain, and followed the drive around the back of the mansion. They parked up, and Rick grabbed her holdall and his rucksack out of the boot. “Don’t I need a CRB or something to work here?” she asked as they walked towards a separate wing. “You were a teacher right?” he asked. She nodded, raising her eyebrow a little. “Yes.” “So you have a current CRB?” “Yes but I do not have the paperwork.”
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