Little Fink is back from Scout camp. It always strikes me how grown up she is when she returns. Lots of wonderful camp stories of her with her friends, hiding bedrolls, getting battle scars, having police motorcyclists out on alert searching for them when they got lost on a bike ride (Sooooo glad I didn't know about that one till she got home), visiting theme parks, the railway museum "Don't talk to me about that!". The junk she's eaten, "I think I've had cake EVERY single day". The viking longboat Debbie spent 72 hours painting - she didn't realise it was to be the finale of the Viking battle and Ragnar The Red's final resting place - yes, they set it on fire - oh how scouts love fire! The friendships, talks and experiences.
What wonderful memories she'll have.
Am I jealous? No, because I have all my own memories from the camps I went on as a child.
