I’ve never knowingly been to Camberley before: it could be twinned with Bracknell if the local councillors wanted to cut down on the expense of travelling to an exotic foreign location. A row of Wetherspoon-like pubs, a drab station and lots of offices. I found the theatre not far from the station and am now holed up in the Wetherspoon’s that sits directly between the station and the theatre. Outside the theatre, in the garden, hunched over a mobile phone on a bench was someone with long hair and a beard. Could it be Mark Beaumont himself? I was too far away to tell for sure… 🙂