The nine year old has just been on his first camping trip with Cubs here.
Two whole nights under canvas, foraging for wood and having tea round a camp fire.
He’s always been a bit apprehensive about going when the opportunity to go on these trips has arisen before, but this time he wanted to go and see what it was like.
He LOVED it.
He came back with tales of how they sat and sang songs such as “The Beaver Dance” one or whatever it’s called, where they had to pretend to climb trees while doing a silly dance.
It brought back memories of when I went to Brownies and sang songs round the camp fire on camping trips.
Does anyone remember this? I got a funny look when I tried sharing my song memories with him. So I’m assuming they’re not still around…
“Oh you’ll never go to heaven
Oh you’ll never go to heaven,
In a baked bean tin
Because a baked bean tin’s got baked beans in…
I ain’t gonna grieve…my Lord no more..”
“Oh you’ll never go to heaven in a clapped out car
‘Cos a clapped out car don’t go that far..”
there were lots of other verses as well, maybe you can remember them?!
They seem to have it ‘made’ at camp nowadays, though. When I went to Brownie Camp, the tents were laid in a heap on the floor surrounded by bags of tent pegs.
Yes, we had to assemble them ourselves. “Here’s your hammer and tent pegs, get cracking.”
The pampered lot here had them all ready up and ready to be slept in. Pfft.
They also had a toilet block. A TOILET BLOCK!!! Luxury.
I have vivid memories
still traumatized of carrying one of those Portaloo things across a muddy field with another girl, with the blue liquid in it and the wee wee and stuff slopping out against your legs as you carried it. Blee!
We both seem to have good memories of the food though, I remember lots of sausages being eaten.
He apparently had bacon butties for breakfast, and sausages in abundance.
Plenty of mince, potatoes and veg too.
A chocolate bar for supper also got a hearty thumbs up from him (funny, that!)
On picking him up we were debating what scene we were going to be greeted with.
Would it be a scene reminiscent of the Lord of The Flies with out of control kids swinging from trees like Tarzan?!
Thankfully not. He has apparently had a ‘lucky stick’ that he found and kept with him all weekend.
Maybe a little more feral looking and in need of a good wash.
Ah, camping…. you can’t beat the great outdoors!