A Bucket of Toilets to behold
If you thought the toilets on summer camp were fun, then imagine having to store this lot somewhere!
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The Future’s Bright…
We are now heading into what should be fairly accurate weather forecasts for our week in Polruan next week. The closest location is Fowey just down the coast, if you head to the Summer Camp Pages on the website you can compare for yourself the BBC and Metcheck.
It’s looking fairly good, but I’m not holding my breath, nor am I believeing it till I see it.
Hope is in the Air
The repeat of Swansea mud from last year, should be a remote thing assigned to history, for this year at least. Weather forcasters, but is Dave one of them(!?), are predicting better weather for this year…
…except for one small part of Cornwall.
The Problem is…
It was certainly chilly, but none the less enjoyable and the end result is a decision is in the offing for the location of this year’s Summer Camp in August. Full details may even be available by the end of the week, we have a few issues to discuss and finalise before full announcements.
It will be an experience for some whilst others will just go with the flow…
We visited 3 campsites in total all in a similar area of Cornwall. All 3 had their merits, but one was quickly dismissed, leaving us in a quandary. Both are next to a beach and both have stunning views from what would be our campsite. However, both come with problems and it is these which require fine tuning as to which problems we wish to face.
One thing’s for sure – you’ll hear it here first.
“Alright me Babbers!?”
Cheers drive couldn’t keep up the pace, as for Yer Tizz it was a case of Yer Tisn’t and Gert Lush just just went Gert Slush come the end. Alright me Babbers however, trounced through to win the most prestigious competition going. They were awarded with the most prestigious prize going… We trudged through mud and high water to get those… the lengths we go too…
“And now for the Shipping Forecast”
Fastnet, fair to middling. Fitzroy, squally with heavy mist. Shannon, good becoming poor.
As for Dogger, moderate to good. Congratulations all those boys who managed to actually keep a tidy tent all week and win the most presitigious competition going. Where on earth did they put all the mess one wonders. But then, being boys they probably didn’t create any dirty clothes by simply keeping the same ones on each day, therefore negleting the need to actually open kit bags and create a mess.
They win the most prestigious prize ever, flown in from half way round the world… The lengths we go to…
