Life is an adventure. As a kid I remember the summer of 76 which was red hot and I spent a very happy week aged 12 camping with school friends on the bank of the river Wye, playing silly buggers in an upside down row boat as a diving bell and kayaking, riding ponies and staying up late.
Fast forward to present day I find myself doing much the same and organising perhaps somewhat safer trips for children and carers so they get some taste of adventure. Hence the second oh my goodness how time flies icanfoster adventure camp. Here is yours truly in a pre dawn freeze your nuts off lake swim. Solo, nobody else was stupid enough.
Later was a walk around the lake
RRMK2 decided that this weekend he would be his inner rabbit.
The rain forest has yet to be explored.
Richard getting some second breakfast in.
The boys outside a nuclear power station, built and decommissioned in my lifetime. I am that old.
The bridge of doom awaited as last year, this year no fear, well almost.
Not the same vehicle bit the boys are older, same place as last year though.
Dead mans fingers stew.
Not Glastonbury and only drinking hot chocolate, but still happy.
Another outing pre dawn for the Numb Joy swim team.
This time the apprentice joined.
Say cheese before we die of hypothermia.
Cooking first breakfast in the remains of last nights fire.
Wondering if he will ever feel warm again.
Suns up.
Big seagulls.
Underground fun coz its raining outside.
Run and catch your pizza.
Caught!More hot chocolate.
More cold water,
Still happy.
He did get in.
Another new recruit.
Team Numb Joy day 3 selfie.
Alex kayaking which is brilliant after his traumatic capsize yesterday.
Relax I know what Im doing !
The war memorial.
Home is across that lake!
Strange mists on the last evening shrouded the camp.
Even the old power station looked special.
Checking the hot chocolate ingredients.
Rabbit mode marshmallow toasting.
A new day dawns.
Its still not warm
despite how much we say it is.
Last sunrise of a great camp.
And so we all had to say goodbye... until the next time!
My two loved it. They are certainly growing fast.
Friday, 29 April 2022
Social media star
Moby has been used by Ssang Yong in one of their social media posts, apparently not all of them ever go off road.
Bee kind
While that scum sucker Gove might have condemned Britain's bees to death through insecticides we are doing our bit to rescue stricken bees, especially bumbles. This one was found exhausted on the floor by MBAOSPW and rescued with a spoon dipped in Picton Farm Honey.
Easy does it
I think the last post was about staying indoors and doing nerd stuff. The time for big jobs dawned the very next day and on the site of the old dog kennel which was constructed for yours truly by Karl who is probably still tied to a tree in Borneo and regularly violated by the village elders and was the source of many a happy memory (the kennel not Karl's incarceration).
It had been the place where the worlds oldest beagles were contained as they had a really bad habit of buggering off, the place where we set up sheep pens and had our little flockers, and the place where we raised 70 piglets by accident one year thanks to the insatiable sex drive of Thor the Bernese Mountain Pig.
That said it was never fit for purpose and was in fact a bit of a wreck even when new. Karl was many things but builder of kennels he was not. So the building was taken down by yours truly a few months ago and thats where it stopped, nothing doing, just a mess.
So on a bright sunny afternoon when the aspects of the universe were all in harmony, in that 1 hour 15 minutes after a busy day at icanfoster the brilliant and expanding foster agency thanks to its ethical management yours truly picked up his shovel and moved the earth.
and before you could say 4 days have passed and its taken a bit more time than initially allowed for the site was clear and ready for construction of something brilliant.
Watch this space.
It had been the place where the worlds oldest beagles were contained as they had a really bad habit of buggering off, the place where we set up sheep pens and had our little flockers, and the place where we raised 70 piglets by accident one year thanks to the insatiable sex drive of Thor the Bernese Mountain Pig.
That said it was never fit for purpose and was in fact a bit of a wreck even when new. Karl was many things but builder of kennels he was not. So the building was taken down by yours truly a few months ago and thats where it stopped, nothing doing, just a mess.
So on a bright sunny afternoon when the aspects of the universe were all in harmony, in that 1 hour 15 minutes after a busy day at icanfoster the brilliant and expanding foster agency thanks to its ethical management yours truly picked up his shovel and moved the earth.
Well the horse doings piled on the soon to be repurposed concrete base.
and before you could say 4 days have passed and its taken a bit more time than initially allowed for the site was clear and ready for construction of something brilliant.
Watch this space.
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