Camping with Scouts
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Camping with Scouts
I had the good fortune to camp with my scout troop recently and was very much taken by how modern everything is. Being more used to Icelandic and Bell tents, which took four people just to carry, I was very surprised to see that the tents we were using could a) be carried two at a time by one person and b) go up in a matter of minutes. It got me thinking about my time as a Sprout from 02-09, and how things have changed since then, and before then.
JDS has written, over the years, a very good history of CH scouts (which you may be able to get hold of), but while it has a good set of histories and photographs (including one of a very young Eruresto reciting elvish!) it is perhaps a little short on personal anecdotes, which perhaps we might collect here. For instance, I have joyful memories of one Old Blues' Camp (I believe it was the 80th anniversary, since it was on my LE in 05), getting away with not going to bed like the rest of the juniors. Instead, I very quietly sat around the campfire, saying very little and as a consequence drawing very little attention to myself, but hearing all sorts of stories, as one does on such occasions. When it came to half past eleven, we began to rise to ascend Sharpenhurst. It was only then that Michael Gimber noticed that I was among the group, and let me join them - even though only UF+ were supposed to be up still. As a consequence I was able, a year early, to join the elders at midnight - and I even got some Bucks Fizz (1% alcohol) for my trouble.
Moral of the story: sit still and be quiet, and much like Sam Gamgee, people tend not to notice that you are somewhere you probably oughtn't to be
JDS has written, over the years, a very good history of CH scouts (which you may be able to get hold of), but while it has a good set of histories and photographs (including one of a very young Eruresto reciting elvish!) it is perhaps a little short on personal anecdotes, which perhaps we might collect here. For instance, I have joyful memories of one Old Blues' Camp (I believe it was the 80th anniversary, since it was on my LE in 05), getting away with not going to bed like the rest of the juniors. Instead, I very quietly sat around the campfire, saying very little and as a consequence drawing very little attention to myself, but hearing all sorts of stories, as one does on such occasions. When it came to half past eleven, we began to rise to ascend Sharpenhurst. It was only then that Michael Gimber noticed that I was among the group, and let me join them - even though only UF+ were supposed to be up still. As a consequence I was able, a year early, to join the elders at midnight - and I even got some Bucks Fizz (1% alcohol) for my trouble.
Moral of the story: sit still and be quiet, and much like Sam Gamgee, people tend not to notice that you are somewhere you probably oughtn't to be
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Re: Camping with Scouts
Haylor Lass (Th B ? - 1961) and I whiled away more than a few minutes two weeks ago reminiscing about firstly the D of E Gold expedition in 1960 starting in Bala during the Easter holidays in driving snow and camping in an ice-covered bog (four boys were killed on the Snowdon PyG track the day we were due to go up it - the conditions were that bad) and secondly the Senior Scouts Summer Camp which covered 1300+ miles by bike via a Scout course at Cader Idris in mid-Wales; Snowdonia, the Lake district and the Cuillin Circle on Skye.Eruresto wrote: JDS has written, over the years, a very good history of CH scouts (which you may be able to get hold of), but while it has a good set of histories and photographs (including one of a very young Eruresto reciting elvish!) it is perhaps a little short on personal anecdotes, which perhaps we might collect here.
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Eruresto wrote:I had the good fortune to camp with my scout troop recently and was very much taken by how modern everything is. Being more used to Icelandic and Bell tents, which took four people just to carry, I was very surprised to see that the tents we were using could a) be carried two at a time by one person and b) go up in a matter of minutes. It got me thinking about my time as a Sprout from 02-09, and how things have changed since then, and before then.
you`re beginning to sound like an VOOB Josh!
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Re: Camping with Scouts
I daren't comment, Janet !!Mrs C. wrote:Eruresto wrote:I had the good fortune to camp with my scout troop recently and was very much taken by how modern everything is. Being more used to Icelandic and Bell tents, which took four people just to carry, I was very surprised to see that the tents we were using could a) be carried two at a time by one person and b) go up in a matter of minutes. It got me thinking about my time as a Sprout from 02-09, and how things have changed since then, and before then.
you`re beginning to sound like an VOOB Josh!
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I don't remember a Scout Troop at CH, in the 40s.
I belonged to the 10th Salisbury, which I attended during Holidays, after being a Cub, in St Andrew's Stockwell.
Driving North from Salisbury, recently, I came across a village, which (Nameless !) holds terrible memories of a Scout Camp, during the War.
As a "Reward" for camping on his land, the farmer required us to clear fields of Ragwort, by hand-pulling ------- fingers raw, after two days. !!
This was regarded as "National Service" (N0 not the Military kind !) and earned a badge.
I have hated the yellow weed, ever since
I belonged to the 10th Salisbury, which I attended during Holidays, after being a Cub, in St Andrew's Stockwell.
Driving North from Salisbury, recently, I came across a village, which (Nameless !) holds terrible memories of a Scout Camp, during the War.
As a "Reward" for camping on his land, the farmer required us to clear fields of Ragwort, by hand-pulling ------- fingers raw, after two days. !!
This was regarded as "National Service" (N0 not the Military kind !) and earned a badge.
I have hated the yellow weed, ever since