I know, I know – I look like a Big Boy Scout… Well, if the cap fits, as they say.
Scraggies were car park attendants at Ullesthorpe campsite, marshalling parents dropping off kids on Friday, and collecting them on Sunday. With a small drop off area off of a country road, the parents had to be kept moving. We thought it was a cub camp, but it turned out to be a camp of almost 100 Girl Guides! They were probably more organised than a similar Scout Camp would be, with parents allocated a half hour slot, so that the 80 or so arrivals were spread over 2 hours. We were still kept busy though. Tia didn’t join us – she just wanted to be in the photo.
Scraggies have just been given scarves to wear on such occasions – it sometimes helps to be identifiable. I had a problem with regard to a woggle. I hadn’t used my woggle for quite some time, and couldn’t remember where to find it. I phoned a friend from work, a Scout Leader in Hinckley, and asked whether I could get my hands on his woggle? He was quite happy to oblige, and brought his into the office for approval, thus saving the day.
If I’m going to be making more use of a woggle from now on, I will either have to rummage around to see if I can locate my own woggle again, or will have to invest in a nice shiny new one.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
