Gone Camping
| I've decided this year not to bore you with the details of our youth camp. If you're dissapointed about that, why not re-read the archives from last year and bore yourself. So here we go, one post and four photos to cover 8 days of open-air merriment We camped in the same place as usual, and did many of the same things. However, the loss of long-standing Captain Tigger meant that Ref. Flaky was at the helm, so church parade took place in sportswear, and the tent competition was scrapped, to be replaced by a series of early morning netball competitions Again we learnt that planning a trip to the beach is a sure-fire way of making it rain, as is taking a busload of kids to a remote field to play wide games. Needless to say, it didn't rain while we were bowling, ice skating or watching movies. Official camp stuntman Super-Steve tried his best to aquire a full-body plaster cast, but failed even to break the record for the most injuries sustained in a week (as set during last year's infamous tat-hunting incident). The week ended with a Masquerade Ball in the local hall for the campers, and a lesson in transporting bouncy castles for the staff. |  In Hilda's absence, Tel drives the van | |
 Johnny struts his funky stuff | ||
 Dr. Gav demonstrates his spacious new tent |  Most people make it back from the mountain biking in one piece |
posted by Paul @ 7:00 pm
