Overviews
aka Forest School Camps.
Well, the time has come.
I’ve scrounged a rucsac off a friend after finding out my mother’s genius plan to lend mine to the little brother failed. The tent, poi, diablo, slack-line, harness, guitar and fire-stuff is in the car, and I’m off to try and win the battle between scaring and corrupting another set of children, and surviving myself.
For those who know the delights of FSC camps, I’m off to Gormire Woods and staffing for the 1st time on a standing camp. After opting for mobiles the last 3 years, this is really a little intimidating! I really hope my Trackers aren’t that horrible…
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/north_east/6907994.stm
A new technique
Awwww.
The time has come for me to leave my house is Helsby (near Chester) and return to the delights of the family home…minus the mother and her cooking though
So, for everyone who is always moaning that they don’t have any idea of what I’ve been doing or where I’ve been for the last year….
I’ve finished work at Shell Global Solutions, moved home, and I’m gona be running around all summer until I disappear off to terrify a new load of people in Durham.
That’s also when I rejoin my flatmate, poor little thing. Though, has has promised to keep a stash of chocolate in him room if I ever go and visit so he can’t hate me that much…hhmmm…
I have one… apparently.

It’s got an abnormally large ‘kayaking’ bit as well…