When we got back to Tamanrasset they all went home, but I stayed on because I wanted to do and see the prehistoric cave paintings in the Tassili [n'Ajjer] and there happened to be a tourist group leaving the next day, so I joined them and stayed another week or so in the Sahara. They are most extraordinary, pictures of men with huge, round, what appeared to be sort of diving bells on their heads, you know, which makes everybody immediately say, ‘Oh yes, well, you know, visitors from outer space’, but it's very, very strange and there was this extraordinary feeling of suspension in time. I mean, I remember one day... one's always looking, of course, in the heat of day one's always looking for shade, of which there is virtually none. What we would do is we would string a piece of cloth across two Land Rovers and sit between them and have the shade that way. But one day, I remember, I was just sort of walking and saw... there was a very, very narrow little cave, I mean, a lot of rocks and mountains around. It's not all sand by any means. And there was this little cave and I suppose it was only about six-foot deep, if that, but it provided a little bit of welcome shade, so I went in there for a minute and saw, on the ground around me, lots of little, curious little white pockmarked pieces of shell. And I realised it was ostrich egg. There haven't been ostriches there for the last 3000 or 4000 years, but 3000 or 4000 years ago, a man sat in that little cave, just where I was, eating his ostrich egg and leaving the shell on the floor, still there. I was the first person in there since. You know, that's the sort of... it's a very strange feeling and, again, I wrote another book about that. That was, I think, the first book about the Normans had come out by then and then The Sahara. I loved writing the Sahara book, it was lovely. Again, it's got lots of pictures in and that sort of thing.