"Don't sell yourself short," I retorted, forking some bacon and egg into my mouth, making sure I'd swallowed before adding, "You've done a bloody good job this week. You're a natural."

She sat down with her own plate, nowhere near as full as mine. "I'm sure I was slowing you down."

I shook my head. "Not at all. And this will go on for a couple of weeks yet as we have thousands of the buggers to do, depending on time of year. And you've already spoken to most of the lads. They're a good sort."

"Well, at least they don't make a big deal of me being a girl."...