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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry Scouting Scouts

Backwoods Stew

#Scouts #Cubs #Beavers #Supper

The ingredients were simple enough,

Taters in the embers of some dying beechwood

Corned beef, Some Carrots and a very big onion

Butter for frying, and some stock cubes for flavour

The Metallic billy can protected by the finest washing liquid

as flames licked the sides of the can

As the potatoes softened, the onions went see-through

hiding amongst the beef

and as the bubbles rose bringing the feast together

chef prepared his serving spoons – as it was served in tin mugs

in the other can ? usually tea but not that night

as chocolate buns were served for afters – with hot cocoa.

Beavers, Cubs, Scouts and Ventures all headed for bed after Campfire – with Smiles on their faces.

They said “Ban Soap at Camp”….but this rule didn’t apply to the cookware….as the recepticles enjoyed a dip in the bubbliest of alfresco baths and a scrub getting rid of charcoaled washing liquid

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Outdoors Photography Places Pleasures Poetry

Vista

#writephoto #vista

View from the top of this very big hill

is breathtaking (literally)

some say its a bit barmy climbing up all that way

to take a picture or admire the view – but

at the end of the day – its worth it (even better with a picnic)

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Acrostic Outdoors

Idyllic

#Fowc #Idyllic

It’s some people’s idea of paradise

your place away from the hustle and bustle of

days in the mighty metropolis

lakeland water set among peaceful hills

likelihood is though – everyone else has descended there too! 🙂

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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Sport Sports

Gliding

#fowc #Gliding

Gliding through the water

The crew waited for that moment

the moment that was perfect

the moment to change direction

No Salty Afternoon Washes

No Swabbing the decks of Seawater

No trouble from the turning wind

Simply moving through the water

Simply cutting past the breakers

Simply Gliding through the sea

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Birds Nature Outdoors Parks

Birdsong (Summer)

No rumble of traffic

No noise in the street

Not many people

Navigating the street

But somewhere in th’ treetops

swaying in the air

families of birds are

chatting away there

Singing ’bout blue skies

and the weather that’s greet

while on mobile’s behind the glass

the humans all tweet

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Abstract Nature Outdoors Poetry

Drastic Haircut

In order to save their bosses some cash

the boys in charge of pruning

on the posh side of the road

gave the walkways arbors

really serious hair cuts

people were amused (or aghast)

as the trees they walked past

cautiously walking over in their shoes, pumps or boots

raised bricks caused by lumps of the trees roots.

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Acrostic Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry Weather

Storm

#writephoto #storm

Somethings Brewing…..(Photo prompt from Sue Vincent)


#beyondthestorm #writephoto

Something told you it wasn’t going to be a

Terrific idea to venture onto the hills today, but

Of course you were out voted – as you and your pals

Rambled up the public footpath, seeking out paradise –

Maybe you could discuss what you found in that shelter – Atop the hill

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Acrostic Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Packing

#SoCs #Holidays

Packing our bags again

as we head off for a country break

camping under some national park stars

key to this essential journey – notepad, camera and pencils

if needed – wellies and wet weather gear

navigation and maps essential for hiking and

good sleeping bag for kipping under canvas

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Acrostic Character Nature Outdoors Parks Seasons

Mother Earth

fallen leaves on a Salford park bench captured by inky using a SAMSUNG Digimax 202

Announcing the arrival of autumn

under and around each branch of the trees

the keeper of the trees, mother earth has been busy

undertaking her role of changing the colours

making colourful patterns for people to look at

note, the noise that they make – mother earth has done that too!

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Autumn Colours Nature Outdoors Poetry

Octpowrimo – Seeing

#Octpowrimo #Seeing

Look down the path – and what do you see ?

cascade of colours moved by the autumn breeze

or cold bare branches, bending in the wind ?

I can see an opportunity

to be the first person through the leaves – before the snow 🙂