Construction has started!
Difficult to fill you in on exactly what’s happening – it would spoil the surprise, however I may post a few names (and even the odd photo) of the obstacles hidden deep down in the depths of the hut…
Mike, Dave & myself were joined for a few very helpful hours by Rosa and Kathryn over the weekend, many thanks. That’s two whole days build so far.
Upon typing 62nd Bristol Scouts into Google i happened to spot the incredible number of results it suggested their was…
41 800 in case yu cannot read it. The 6th or 7th entry down the list of Google entries then prodceeded to bring up this little joy:
So there you go girls, you’re not welcome here anymore!
…even if it was in an oversize sumo-style rugby strip!
Well done Jonty! There we were relaxing, enjoying the sunshine and merrily ignoring the half time entertainment on the Memorial Ground pitch, for Bristol Vs Rotherham, when all of a sudden we wents nuts. Running down the pitch in humerous costume in front of 4500 spectators was our very own Jonty. The crowd around us did seem to look at us…
Shoving electrodes into tree trunks to harvest electricity may sound like the stuff of dreams, but the idea is increasingly attracting interest.
According to New Scientist Magazine plugging your hair straightners into the local forest when on you next Scout Camp is not entirely impossible. Whilst still someway off to be developed enough to be able to take the kitchen fridge to our next green field campsite, when you lot of current Scouts become leaders – who knows! It really could be everything except the kitchen sink.
If you thought the toilets on summer camp were fun, then imagine having to store this lot somewhere!
Click through to number 8.
Went for a little wander into sunny Wales the other day. I’ve been to this waterfall before and it’s truly spectacular you hear it from the top of the valley but don’t see it until you reach the bottom of the track and the trees open out.
If you look closely…
The best bit though is that the path leads right round the back of the waterfall. Funnily enough didn’t get a photo from this point as you get truly soaked. We were wet already – you see it always rains in Wales and yes, it rained, quite substantially as well. Lots of scrambling and imagination came to play all the way round the walk. One particular stile was almost inaccessible unless you waded through a deep looking bog. We did spot a suitable looking several inch wide raised bit along the fence…
…it just meant a jump upto your knees in boggy, filthy, smelly and cold swampy water to get to it! Still, gave us something to ponder over in the pub afterwards, we had a whole corner to ourselves you know!
