Beavering Away

Sam, Lauren and I went on a family camping weekend with Sam’s Beaver Troop (not sure if that’s the correct collective term). Highlights included sneaking off for a couple of hours to watch the footie (though the footie itself was not a highlight), finding newts while pond dipping, eating enough port to get us permanently banned from every Synagogue in the UK, and waking up on the first morning to find a puddle of children at the lowest point of our sloping tent. Lowlights were being bitten more than I would have thought possible (e.g. 23 bites on one side of one foot), Sam’s bad reaction to said bites, and his brief breakdown because his sister rarely wants to play with him any more.

The weekend was enough of a success that Lauren now wants to join Cubs, though given the waiting list that might have to be Scouts. Or Explorer Scouts.