Words on Wednesday, Camping disaster.
Words today are Attitude. Uphill, Insight, Lessons, Upheaval, Canopy
The whole parody of this event was proposed with little *Insight of what could possibly *Occur Should things not pan out to the expectations of our dimwit leader Mr; Fizzy Spain who led our motley mob of inexperienced campers towards the distant hills.
Each of us carried a part of the camping equipment on this mostly uphill seven-mile trek. although it was a moderately sunny day, the forecast was not all that bright.
The poor * attitude of the inexperienced twelve years old novice campers, whose lessons on camping had been avoided mainly through much info leaking from previous disastrous camping expeditions from the school had already start to fester after each rest stop the motivation to keep going was not at its best.
Eventually, after several stops, the motley group of exhausted boys arrived by the brook at the foot of a hill and washed in the clear pristine waters, before erecting a canopy over the cooking area and the accommodation tents. It was also about this time when the sunshine disappeared and doubt about our dimwit leader became set in stone when the drizzle turned into a downpour swamping the *Canopy and uprooting the tent pegs and sending the tents down the hill to float away in the brook.
On seeing this, our bugle boy sounded the 'Retreat', then we the defeated trudged wearily back to the comfort of our wretched school but a more comfortable bed.
This sad tale is yet another of many unwritten bad moments at my wretched naval boarding school.not to be mentioned in my memoirs.
Happy Camping. Vest .... back soon.
Comments
Great use of the prompts Vest.
I can just visualise those poor little lads out there in the drizzling rain muttering under there breath as school boys do. A long trudge without a happy ending - well apart from their own bed that is. Did you get a hot meal or was that washed away as well?
Which school were you at? The Ipswich one or Pangbourne? I had a cousin (sadly dec'd long before his due time) who was at Ganges - not quite the same as your place - but following his father's footsteps. His father George Benfield was lost at sea when the submarine P38 went down in 1942.
Take care
Cathy
In 1986 my wife and I travelled to the UK with our youngest Son aged then 19- who remarked on seeing the cemetery' most of these boys interred here are under twelve's.' ' Yes ' I replied, Only the strong survived.