Night is falling, it’s cold and the rain clouds are are rushing busily. About two miles away, Boy Two is hopefully happy in his scout camp. This is his first proper camp.
There has been much preparation, including intriguingly the acquisition of a flint. I am delighted to report that, when I checked the boy’s stuff before he left today, he had also taken a box of cook’s matches from the kitchen, even though it wasn’t on the list. I like that kind of pragmatism.
I don’t suppose it matters what was in his bag, it’s probably all muddy by now – and, likely, most of it will be wet. Then again, medium sized boys don’t seem to register much discomfort. (Perhaps that’s why they were the people chosen to go up chimneys…)
Once he’d lugged his gear to the tent and vanished inside with his compadres, Boy Three and I stood around wondering what to do with ourselves. We were certainly surplus to his requirements with adventure in the offing.
As we left, the dramatic sky gave way to spiteful hailstones. Boy One started wailing: “I miss my brother.”
Me too.
Two sleeps seems like a very, very long time.
oh wow a camping trip away – and in this weather eeek! i hope he is ok and enjoys himself. must be a time of worry for you (I would be worrying!!) x
I bet he comes back full of wonderful tales of what they got up to!
He will have a great time! with great stories and a unique aroma around him when he returns.
I've been worried, but presume that no news is good news!
I reckon so.
I'll report back on the whiff!
i do hope he didn't get too wet and soggy!!
All I can say is that after all your worrying he will come back full of smiles and tales of a great time he's had, admittedly probably in need of a bath and good meal though – not necessarily in that order!
Ah I bet he had a ball!
xx
Not wet and soggy enough to put him off.
First thing he did was go and have a shower and put his PJs on – and it was only lunch time!
He did.
Hope he had a fabulous time? Great photo.
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