By: Hugh Skepper
It was a warm October day when me and two friends (Hugo and Joshua) set off for Fishbourne, near Chichester. To camp with the 1st Southborn Sea Scout group. The journey should have been relatively short, but our pathetic map reading skills soon sent the time soaring. We were also stopped by an upturned pickup truck, which had smashed into the side of a ford Ka.
Once we arrived, we were swamped by the scout group we were spending the night with. At first, most of us were shy, but we soon became good friends with the other scout group. They were making different types of fires, ones on stands (alter), ones underground (indian) and many more (pyrimid and mud oven).
There was a tree nearby that you could easily climb. We attached a plank to it, and soon enough it became a full fledged tree house, with people constantly guarding it. At around five dinner was ready. It was a meal of hot pasta with bolognaise. For desert we had pancakes... After that we played a wide game (a game played over a wide area, usually in the dark). We played a game called German spotlight, where everyone but a few have to try and extinguish a gas lamp, whilst avoiding the glare of the spotlights. We played this a few times, but after that we were tired.
We decided to go to tell some stories around the fire, before going to bed. It was a peaceful night, and we woke up in the morning refreshed. Soon everyone was awake. As a gift to the scouts we dunked Mowgli in a pile of hay. Temptation was too much, and we all jumped in. By one we were leaving, and, as we said goodbye to the other scouts, Mowgli floored it. A few of the other scouts tried to jump on, but we were soon out of range. It had been a very fun camp, even if we were short on numbers!
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