Overviews
As I arrived to a rather empty driveway, with no signs telling me where to go as promised, and the rain started, I had the worst feeling about camp. Spending 2 weeks in a field with a load of people I hadn’t met before in the pouring rain was probably a little more than I’d signed up for.
The packing nightmare had finally finished, and I’d had the promise of a ruc-sac from someone, which was a particularly essential piece of kit. (my mother had sent mine to the states with the little brother…)
Eventually I arrived at the site though, and it was worth it.
The sun shone most of the time after the 1st day, meaning that the Quad bike could go into full operation, though never go on the back when you can’t hold on and a nut-case is driving!
My group were also wonderful. Ok, so they were bit rebellious, undermining and frankly annoying at times, but then again, all teenagers are…
Hike - a 3 night venture away from the main site.
Hike was an adventure. I think I walked further on the 1st day asking around farmhouses than I did walking with my pack!
However, we camped next to Revaux abbey, tried to catch fish in a fish farm with a plastic bag (Tip of the day: Fish don’t like salt and vinegar crisps), treked through bilberry-filled woodland paths, made camp-fireworks, filched some potatoes, camped in a boulder-filled clearing in the woods, swam in leech infested lakes and generally a good time was had by all.
Back Home on site, the fun a games continued. Ratchet-Screwdriver became a camp obsession (If you don’t know the game, then find out, its hilarious!). The lodge (ie everyone there) had a nice walk to the lake, and then on to make body shaped on the hillside.
A worrying trend of ‘offs’ also took presidence, with people randomly racing to eat onions, lemons, peppers, tomatoes…wierd people. But that is FSC, a place where I am considered sane.
It was again the good old FSC experience…
For all those people from Gormire, that I promised I would do this for
FSC Glee Website (with chords)
Enjoy!