TWC
Saturday 6 August 2016
Temporary blog update
Everybody successfully offsite. The coach left at 14:35 taking the M5 / M4 route. ETA:19-19:30 traffic dependent. I will try to update further details at around 18:00 pm.
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Friday 5 August 2016
Days 12 & 13
Days 12 & 13
On Wednesday morning we awoke to overcast skies at the relatively early time of 07.45. Soon everyone was busy preparing for breakfast and inspection so that the two minibuses could roll off site no later than 10.15 to make sure that we were at Wimbleball Lake for the second round of water sports activities at 11.00.
The drive to Wimbleball takes us directly over Dunkery Beacon and on a clear day the views are stunning. As we moved up the hill the clouds parted and the sun started to shine just at the right moment.
Once at Wimbleball the instructors gave instructions (which I guess is what they are paid to do) and soon boys were clad in wetsuits, buoyancy aids and helmets ready to embark on a day of fun out on the water. Once again, restricted by the necessity to drive a minibus back to camp, I reluctantly returned to the Duck Cafe for coffee, quiche and homemade shortbread. The wifi wasn't quite as reliable as last time but we have to cope with these little trials!
Once back at camp, it was clear that everyone had enjoyed the day whether mountain biking, tree climbing or on the lake. As a leader who has run numerous camps I have been very impressed with Exmoor Adventures and would recommend them without reservation.
All too soon the day was drawing to a close and we decided that an early night and late reveille were in order as there were some weary young boys (and much older boys) who needed a good sleep!
On Thursday we awoke at the leisurely hour of 09.00. As this was the penultimate inspection and the competition was still wide open the boys were extra industrious in the morning.
The HQ were preparing for the HQ lunch. This is a traditional occasion on camp when the Group and Scout Leader thank the HQ for giving up their time to help at camp. It's worth pointing out, for those who don't know, that Scout Leaders do not get paid to be involved in scouts or attend camps. Indeed, they have to pay to come to camp! A long time ago the Group decided that the small gesture of a special lunch for those who are prepared to serve was a good way to recognise all that they do. Thus, in Horner, our good friend Toni prepares lunch for us and delivers it to site. Steak pie, roast potatoes, braised red cabbage, carrots etc.... We started with mozzarella and tomato salad and finished with various cheesecakes. A fitting feast to say a very well deserved thank you.
After lunch was the much anticipated Operation Gunge. A competition which involves games of chance with the HQ competing against the PLs for the right to select a member from the opposite team to be 'gunged'. This year we add a few extra games and finished with the traditional firing of the gun!
Sadly, the PLs won (again). There were some very senior HQ with their heads on the line who had not been gunged - Causton, Starke, Matthews and Day - to name just a few! Once the PLs had deliberated they came back in and Flynn Spain called up Mr Causton and Mr Betti-Berutto to face off against each other in a final game of paper, rock, scissors, to decide who would be gunged! It was very tense in the tent but Mr Causton won the face off leaving Tom BB to face the bullet......or so we thought. There was a final twist in the tale and Flynn shouted for Toby to announce who would be gunged and he revealed another, unexpected, junior HQ member. But I'll save that revelation for Mr Orbell's informal recollection.
The poor victim was taken down to the river and sacrificed to much laughter and general hilarity. Soon everyone had gone in for a dip on the river and we moved onto stores and evening dinner.
Sadly, we said goodbye to Mr Orbell, Mrs Maher Sr and a few others. I do hope that MJO enjoyed a good night's sleep in his own bed. His contribution to camp, as always, was immense and we miss him when he is not here with us.
After inspection we played the second leg of the PLs vs HQ football match which the HQ won handsomely.
Bishop Hudson once told me that we should't pray for good weather as the Good Lord probably doesn't get involved in these things. However, I hope Nick won't mind that we prayed for a clear and sunny day to ensure a successful end to camp!
(This morning we woke up to blue skies which have remained with us all day. We are in great shape for tomorrow and I am hopeful of a fabulous 'en famille' this evening but more of that in my final post tomorrow.)
On Wednesday morning we awoke to overcast skies at the relatively early time of 07.45. Soon everyone was busy preparing for breakfast and inspection so that the two minibuses could roll off site no later than 10.15 to make sure that we were at Wimbleball Lake for the second round of water sports activities at 11.00.
The drive to Wimbleball takes us directly over Dunkery Beacon and on a clear day the views are stunning. As we moved up the hill the clouds parted and the sun started to shine just at the right moment.
Once at Wimbleball the instructors gave instructions (which I guess is what they are paid to do) and soon boys were clad in wetsuits, buoyancy aids and helmets ready to embark on a day of fun out on the water. Once again, restricted by the necessity to drive a minibus back to camp, I reluctantly returned to the Duck Cafe for coffee, quiche and homemade shortbread. The wifi wasn't quite as reliable as last time but we have to cope with these little trials!
Once back at camp, it was clear that everyone had enjoyed the day whether mountain biking, tree climbing or on the lake. As a leader who has run numerous camps I have been very impressed with Exmoor Adventures and would recommend them without reservation.
All too soon the day was drawing to a close and we decided that an early night and late reveille were in order as there were some weary young boys (and much older boys) who needed a good sleep!
On Thursday we awoke at the leisurely hour of 09.00. As this was the penultimate inspection and the competition was still wide open the boys were extra industrious in the morning.
The HQ were preparing for the HQ lunch. This is a traditional occasion on camp when the Group and Scout Leader thank the HQ for giving up their time to help at camp. It's worth pointing out, for those who don't know, that Scout Leaders do not get paid to be involved in scouts or attend camps. Indeed, they have to pay to come to camp! A long time ago the Group decided that the small gesture of a special lunch for those who are prepared to serve was a good way to recognise all that they do. Thus, in Horner, our good friend Toni prepares lunch for us and delivers it to site. Steak pie, roast potatoes, braised red cabbage, carrots etc.... We started with mozzarella and tomato salad and finished with various cheesecakes. A fitting feast to say a very well deserved thank you.
After lunch was the much anticipated Operation Gunge. A competition which involves games of chance with the HQ competing against the PLs for the right to select a member from the opposite team to be 'gunged'. This year we add a few extra games and finished with the traditional firing of the gun!
Sadly, the PLs won (again). There were some very senior HQ with their heads on the line who had not been gunged - Causton, Starke, Matthews and Day - to name just a few! Once the PLs had deliberated they came back in and Flynn Spain called up Mr Causton and Mr Betti-Berutto to face off against each other in a final game of paper, rock, scissors, to decide who would be gunged! It was very tense in the tent but Mr Causton won the face off leaving Tom BB to face the bullet......or so we thought. There was a final twist in the tale and Flynn shouted for Toby to announce who would be gunged and he revealed another, unexpected, junior HQ member. But I'll save that revelation for Mr Orbell's informal recollection.
The poor victim was taken down to the river and sacrificed to much laughter and general hilarity. Soon everyone had gone in for a dip on the river and we moved onto stores and evening dinner.
Sadly, we said goodbye to Mr Orbell, Mrs Maher Sr and a few others. I do hope that MJO enjoyed a good night's sleep in his own bed. His contribution to camp, as always, was immense and we miss him when he is not here with us.
After inspection we played the second leg of the PLs vs HQ football match which the HQ won handsomely.
Bishop Hudson once told me that we should't pray for good weather as the Good Lord probably doesn't get involved in these things. However, I hope Nick won't mind that we prayed for a clear and sunny day to ensure a successful end to camp!
(This morning we woke up to blue skies which have remained with us all day. We are in great shape for tomorrow and I am hopeful of a fabulous 'en famille' this evening but more of that in my final post tomorrow.)
Wednesday 3 August 2016
Days 10 & 11
Day 10 & 11
The forecast for Monday was pretty grim and we subsequently woke up to cloudy skies that promised rain later in the day. Soon, the heavens dutifully opened and the APLs were forced to start their competition in the rain which always makes camping that little bit more challenging.
Meanwhile, the PLs were in the marquee field in hike tents and cooking on army stoves. Due to the weather forecast Mr Starke, i/c camp during Mr Causton's absence, had very sensibly decided to postpone the PLs hike along the coastal path into Lynmouth and I was asked to take them into Taunton for a swim and some free time. Unsurprisingly, this was very well received news! So Mrs Maher, Bobby, the PLs and I headed into Taunton and left the others on site!
In our absence the rest of the Troop played a wide game in Horner Woods in the morning which was enthusiastically received by all accounts but then sensibly decided to revert to under cover activities for the afternoon which involved a series of challenges that had to be completed within a certain time limit.
Having returned to camp, I was pleasantly surprised to see that everyone was in excellent spirits in spite of the rain and even more pleasantly surprised to see that my two eldest had arrived with my mum and brother having returned from Guide camp (Elle and Issy that is not Mum and Peter).
On evening parade we were honoured (if that's the right sentiment) to receive a letter from the Right Honourable Boris Johnson. However, having previously received letters from Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister a letter from the new Foreign Secretary seemed a bit like a step down. The letter itself rambled on a little bit, probably much like the man himself, before drawing to a conclusion that simply didn't sound true or plausible. Now, where have I seen that before........
However, back to the real world. On camp it was still raining so we assembled in the small marquee (for extra warmth) and Mr Connor led the HQ in delivering a quiz to the lads that was almost like a performance in itself.
The day soon came to an end in that lovely hazy glow you get from sitting inside a marquee that it warmed by people and gas lamps when the weather is inclement outside. Cocoa and biscuits were served and night prayers said. Soon we were all tucked up in bed dreaming of clear skies and sunshine.
Tuesday morning dawned and the skies, while not clear, were at least only slightly cloudy with the promise of sunshine bursting through. Thus the activities postponed from the day before could run as we had hoped.
At 10am I set off in the minibus with the PLs, Mr Day and Mr Connor for a remote coastal path about 12km on the other side of Lynmouth. The drive itself is only about an hour and fifteen minutes but it is full of steep hills and dramatic turns. To stave off any boredom the boys in the back might have during this time (it was certainly not boring for the driver!) Bobby (my co-pilot) acted as DJ playing a selection of 'hits' from Now 89, 90, 91, etc.... Not quite my normal listening fare!!!
At camp, the APLs were undergoing their second and final inspection of their mini-competition before embarking on a bit of a spring clean of their kit and a short day hike in and around Horner Woods.
Once back at camp, the Pls were reunited with their patrols having completed a rather rainy walk and soon the competition was swinging back into normality - or so we thought.....
As camp progresses, talk of rebellion gets more animated and HQ nerves get more shredded. Is it going to be in the morning? After lunch? During evening inspection? Rumours and counter-rumours circulate in the Troop and amongst the HQ building the tension.
So, as Mr Causton called evening parade, he was pushed (metaphorically) to one side by the Troop Leader and Assistant Troop Leaders who declared they were taking control and were conducting a peaceful revolution. The boys were instructed to sit in their kitchen shelters and follow the orders of the Troop Leader and his assistants and ignore the HQ. At this point Mr Causton and the Troop Leader went to the marquee to 'discuss terms'.
We have never had a peaceful revolution before and I, for one, was quite pleased with this change to the normal tradition. I was looking forward to see how it would play out. However, one of the HQ had other plans and decided to take matters into his own hands! As Flynn was giving instruction to the Troop he was rather unceremoniously 'take out' and covered in water. Trigger all out conflict! Soon thoughts of peace were abandoned and water and bodies were flying on all directions.
Is this what a Trump presidency might look like I thought to myself.....
Thankfully, these things can only last for so long and sensibly Mr Causton called a halt to proceedings, the HQ were declared victors and the Troop Leader and his chums were presented with a tankard and swiss army knives to thank them for their service this year.
After all the excitement there was a need for calm. Fortunately, we had already determined to give the evening over to a camp fire. Soon we were all sat around the fire, singing songs and thinking about what tomorrow might bring.
The forecast for Monday was pretty grim and we subsequently woke up to cloudy skies that promised rain later in the day. Soon, the heavens dutifully opened and the APLs were forced to start their competition in the rain which always makes camping that little bit more challenging.
Meanwhile, the PLs were in the marquee field in hike tents and cooking on army stoves. Due to the weather forecast Mr Starke, i/c camp during Mr Causton's absence, had very sensibly decided to postpone the PLs hike along the coastal path into Lynmouth and I was asked to take them into Taunton for a swim and some free time. Unsurprisingly, this was very well received news! So Mrs Maher, Bobby, the PLs and I headed into Taunton and left the others on site!
In our absence the rest of the Troop played a wide game in Horner Woods in the morning which was enthusiastically received by all accounts but then sensibly decided to revert to under cover activities for the afternoon which involved a series of challenges that had to be completed within a certain time limit.
Having returned to camp, I was pleasantly surprised to see that everyone was in excellent spirits in spite of the rain and even more pleasantly surprised to see that my two eldest had arrived with my mum and brother having returned from Guide camp (Elle and Issy that is not Mum and Peter).
On evening parade we were honoured (if that's the right sentiment) to receive a letter from the Right Honourable Boris Johnson. However, having previously received letters from Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister a letter from the new Foreign Secretary seemed a bit like a step down. The letter itself rambled on a little bit, probably much like the man himself, before drawing to a conclusion that simply didn't sound true or plausible. Now, where have I seen that before........
However, back to the real world. On camp it was still raining so we assembled in the small marquee (for extra warmth) and Mr Connor led the HQ in delivering a quiz to the lads that was almost like a performance in itself.
The day soon came to an end in that lovely hazy glow you get from sitting inside a marquee that it warmed by people and gas lamps when the weather is inclement outside. Cocoa and biscuits were served and night prayers said. Soon we were all tucked up in bed dreaming of clear skies and sunshine.
Tuesday morning dawned and the skies, while not clear, were at least only slightly cloudy with the promise of sunshine bursting through. Thus the activities postponed from the day before could run as we had hoped.
At 10am I set off in the minibus with the PLs, Mr Day and Mr Connor for a remote coastal path about 12km on the other side of Lynmouth. The drive itself is only about an hour and fifteen minutes but it is full of steep hills and dramatic turns. To stave off any boredom the boys in the back might have during this time (it was certainly not boring for the driver!) Bobby (my co-pilot) acted as DJ playing a selection of 'hits' from Now 89, 90, 91, etc.... Not quite my normal listening fare!!!
At camp, the APLs were undergoing their second and final inspection of their mini-competition before embarking on a bit of a spring clean of their kit and a short day hike in and around Horner Woods.
Once back at camp, the Pls were reunited with their patrols having completed a rather rainy walk and soon the competition was swinging back into normality - or so we thought.....
As camp progresses, talk of rebellion gets more animated and HQ nerves get more shredded. Is it going to be in the morning? After lunch? During evening inspection? Rumours and counter-rumours circulate in the Troop and amongst the HQ building the tension.
So, as Mr Causton called evening parade, he was pushed (metaphorically) to one side by the Troop Leader and Assistant Troop Leaders who declared they were taking control and were conducting a peaceful revolution. The boys were instructed to sit in their kitchen shelters and follow the orders of the Troop Leader and his assistants and ignore the HQ. At this point Mr Causton and the Troop Leader went to the marquee to 'discuss terms'.
We have never had a peaceful revolution before and I, for one, was quite pleased with this change to the normal tradition. I was looking forward to see how it would play out. However, one of the HQ had other plans and decided to take matters into his own hands! As Flynn was giving instruction to the Troop he was rather unceremoniously 'take out' and covered in water. Trigger all out conflict! Soon thoughts of peace were abandoned and water and bodies were flying on all directions.
Is this what a Trump presidency might look like I thought to myself.....
Thankfully, these things can only last for so long and sensibly Mr Causton called a halt to proceedings, the HQ were declared victors and the Troop Leader and his chums were presented with a tankard and swiss army knives to thank them for their service this year.
After all the excitement there was a need for calm. Fortunately, we had already determined to give the evening over to a camp fire. Soon we were all sat around the fire, singing songs and thinking about what tomorrow might bring.
Monday 1 August 2016
Days 8 & 9
Day 8 & 9
Apologies for missing the last two days of blogging but it gets busy from time to time on camp.
On Saturday morning we had an early start, 07.45, to ensure that we could get inspection done and be off in time for our outdoor activities. The Troop were split into two groups with some heading off to Lake Wimbleball for kayaking, canoeing and paddle boarding, while others stayed near to site for mountain biking and tree climbing.
As one of the minibus drivers I headed off to Wimbleball Lake but sadly couldn't take part as I couldn't afford an injury and not be able to drive back! Thus, once the boys were all safely in appropriate kit (wetsuits, lifejackets and helmets) and split into relevant groups I had little to do but make use of the hot showers and wait in the on site cafe! The goats cheese, asparagus and potato frittata and salad seemed a reasonable rent for the table, seat and use of wifi!
Coming off the water at about 16.00, the boys were very red cheeked and weary but full of smiles and stories of silly adventures on the water. I think a great day was had by all.
On our return to camp we were greeted by Toni (our long time friend in Porlock) who had prepared a fabulous hog roast for us with baps and apple sauce. This was accompanied by coleslaw, tomato salad and new potatoes and followed by millionaires or strawberry cheesecake. A wonderful banquet in the sunshine in the middle of Horner valley. There are perfect moments in life and that seemed like one of them. Some boys were said to have gone back for sixths!
To finish of the evening and celebrate the first week at camp Mr Connor led the HQ and Troop in a meddle of skits, sketches and songs. It was all wonderful fun and my particular highlight was seeing the HQ feed each other breakfast with one person eating and speaking whilst another acted as their hands. Very, very funny!
We finished with night prayers saying a particular thank you to Mike for all his years of service to out community and then off to bed. Very weary but very happy.
Sunday morning's reveille was set at the very leisurely time off 09.30. The PLs organised a series of activities for the Troop and the lads had an informal breakfast whilst the HQ set about preparing and enjoying the HQ breakfast. This is a camp tradition and one of the times when the Scout Leader and Group can thank the HQ for all they do on camp and during the year. They really are a fantastic bunch.
In the afternoon we had another round of the Horner Shield before the APLs took over for a few days and the PLs headed off on their hikes.
Unfortunately, we couldn't arrange for a priest to visit us on camp so we had arranged for a short prayer service in the evening focusing on our patron saint, Saint Ignatius of Loyola, as it was his feast day.
The forecast is looking quite rainy for Monday but we will sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings.
Apologies for missing the last two days of blogging but it gets busy from time to time on camp.
On Saturday morning we had an early start, 07.45, to ensure that we could get inspection done and be off in time for our outdoor activities. The Troop were split into two groups with some heading off to Lake Wimbleball for kayaking, canoeing and paddle boarding, while others stayed near to site for mountain biking and tree climbing.
As one of the minibus drivers I headed off to Wimbleball Lake but sadly couldn't take part as I couldn't afford an injury and not be able to drive back! Thus, once the boys were all safely in appropriate kit (wetsuits, lifejackets and helmets) and split into relevant groups I had little to do but make use of the hot showers and wait in the on site cafe! The goats cheese, asparagus and potato frittata and salad seemed a reasonable rent for the table, seat and use of wifi!
Coming off the water at about 16.00, the boys were very red cheeked and weary but full of smiles and stories of silly adventures on the water. I think a great day was had by all.
On our return to camp we were greeted by Toni (our long time friend in Porlock) who had prepared a fabulous hog roast for us with baps and apple sauce. This was accompanied by coleslaw, tomato salad and new potatoes and followed by millionaires or strawberry cheesecake. A wonderful banquet in the sunshine in the middle of Horner valley. There are perfect moments in life and that seemed like one of them. Some boys were said to have gone back for sixths!
To finish of the evening and celebrate the first week at camp Mr Connor led the HQ and Troop in a meddle of skits, sketches and songs. It was all wonderful fun and my particular highlight was seeing the HQ feed each other breakfast with one person eating and speaking whilst another acted as their hands. Very, very funny!
We finished with night prayers saying a particular thank you to Mike for all his years of service to out community and then off to bed. Very weary but very happy.
Sunday morning's reveille was set at the very leisurely time off 09.30. The PLs organised a series of activities for the Troop and the lads had an informal breakfast whilst the HQ set about preparing and enjoying the HQ breakfast. This is a camp tradition and one of the times when the Scout Leader and Group can thank the HQ for all they do on camp and during the year. They really are a fantastic bunch.
In the afternoon we had another round of the Horner Shield before the APLs took over for a few days and the PLs headed off on their hikes.
Unfortunately, we couldn't arrange for a priest to visit us on camp so we had arranged for a short prayer service in the evening focusing on our patron saint, Saint Ignatius of Loyola, as it was his feast day.
The forecast is looking quite rainy for Monday but we will sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings.
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