The Geese welcome Tom to camp.
Diving deep. Do geese dive?
"Nils Holgersson" (our competent group master) and Marie.
Most of the Cub leaders gathered. Lots of gaggeling going on (as usual)before the older Cubs came walking into camp.
The theme for this year's camp was The Wonderful Adventures of Nils. This is parts of what Wikipedia has to say: The book is about a young lad, Nils Holgersson, whose "chief delight was to eat and sleep, and after that he liked best to make mischief". He takes great delight in hurting the animals in his family farm. Nils captures an elf in a net while his family is at church and have left him home to memorize chapters from the Bible. The elf turns Nils into an elf, which leaves him shrunken and able to talk with animals, who are thrilled to see the boy reduced to their size and are angry and hungry for revenge. While this is happening, wild geese are flying over the farm on one of their migrations, and a white farm goose attempts to join the wild ones. In an attempt to salvage something before his family returns, Nils holds on to the bird's neck as it successfully takes off and joins the wild birds. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nils_Holgersson
The father of one of our scouts, who is a biologist, had a walk around our camp site, where he made some interesting finds, among other things this fascinating lichen, that is on the endangered spieces list. It is known for it's sensitivity to air pollution. On the same tree were several different lichens and mosses, among which a couple were among the more interesting ones. I've walked passed this tree so many times, and never realised!
Husband and dog, studying palliative care. Jim is not a scout, and professes no wish to become one, but I'm very grateful that he sometimes come to camp with us. It proved extra useful this time, as a couple of girls manage to scold their feet, and a nurse-to-be was very much appreciated.
Fun and frolics for the scouts and older cubs.
Jim with camp pillow, eeehr, Trouble, having a rest from the books.
More fun.
Morning meeting, just slightly wet.
Mike is eagerly awaiting the arrival of the younger Cubs, but being Mike, he's enjoying camp without them, mingeling with the older Cubs and Scouts alike. He abandoned us first thing, and joined one of the older Cub sixes and helped them build camp, cook and then stayed in there tent over night.
Making sausage Stroganoff for lunch.
And yummy it turned out to be! (I walked around all the four Sixes for a taste test. The cassarole was equally yummy, but tasted completely different!) The kids are such brilliant cooks if you let them at it, and what's more: They even eat vegetables if they cook them themselves!
Time for activities with the older scouts. Here a pairs game, practising various labels to look for when shopping: MSC, FSC, KRAV, organic produce etc.
In the early evening Eva, Marie and I got taken for a walk by our DC, who had invited all the Gilwell leaders in the district and our Gilwell trainers. We were very honoured and surprised by the turn-out. It was wonderfully arranged and we had to cry a little when we recieved our insignia from the DCs and one of our Gilwell trainers.
And then coffee
