Summer Camp 2013
Once we’d got used to the nettles stinging our every move and the freezing cold stream nibbling at all our bits the campsite turned out to be very pleasant indeed. The locals turned out in force to welcome us and even the people in Ivy Cottage put up with us (and the smell drifting across the road from the pooh pit).
Having decided to stay on camp a little bit more than we usually do we utilised everything we could, a GPS hunt was set up, using borrowed GPS thingys. Buried treasure was found and missed, much to one groups dismay. Follow instructions guys!
Cooking was in patrols with a mixture of fire and gas being used by the aptly named Coach Tor and Farewell Tor. The patrol competition was closely fought whilst the patrol leader competition was really not fought at all. Brotherly love crept in with the assistant patrol leader with two Scouts, Katie and Izzy standing up to the infamous DAPL title – it’s like 4th place in the Olympics, no prizes here folks.
Congratulations to the sunshine for getting Luke, Matt and Clive into their shorts!
The Spring collection 
Seriously hot enough for shorts! 
The Communication Badge Many thanks to the guys from the Riviera Amateur Radio Club who gave up their Thursday to sit in a sunny field on the edge of Dartmoor with our excellent Scouts. We hoped to speak to people around the world from sunnier climes to funny speaking nations, all we managed was Luton. Ah well, he was a really nice chap and spoke to some of our Scouts for quite a while. 
Y.M.C.A. 
Marmite is not nice as toothpaste, lesson learnt there then! 
…and toothpaste is meant for the mouth. 
Close enough… 
