Sahara wake-up call

The north African desert doesn’t really have a ‘dawn’ in the traditional Dorset sense of a yellowish orb ambling upward over a distant island, in our case the Isle of Wight. Instead, it simply bursts into life in an explosion of light and heat which offers just a moment of normality before the ridiculous heat sets in, at which point we English will whistle up our camels and set off into the midday sun – until the next night snug in a camel hair blanket in the freezing Sahara.