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17th August 2017

Middlewood scout camp, Worsley, Salford

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Maybe it was

in the act of “doing our duty” that the

dedication of raising and lowering the union flag each

day at camp, reminded those

little or big, to “do their best”

even in the smallest of acts – from

washing the pots , to keeping their tent clean

over time, we’d learn a lot at that campsite – but we’d always

observe the traditions of flagbreak, each

day and evening

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Acrostic Outdoor Pursuits Poetry Scouting

Trust

Trust

Take it from me – its a big thing

Relying on the guys keeping anchor at the top of the rocky mountain

Until you dropped down over the basalt edge

Something bit at you – should I believe this lot

Till you realised – they’re holding the rope you’re tied to.

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Memories Outdoor Pursuits Poetry Scouting Scouts

hike

Hike

preparation done

his backpack full

a day on the hillside

its never that dull

 

Planned out a walk

cross moorland and hill

And stopping at reservoir

watching time stand still

 

Following a way

that’s old as Time

he’s having a packed lunch

when his watch does chime

 

Armed with a compass

binoculars and map

this accomplished hikers

a happy chap

 

and he’ll scribble his thoughts

at the boathouse by the edge

having drink at the pub

the sandpipers wedge

 

 

 

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Knots

#Napowrimo #Day17 #Knots

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A Dictionary poem for #Day17 of the Napowrimo challenge.  Based on my old scouting days! enjoy.

 

Don’t get stressed,

in time – you’ll master it

creating an artform from two ends of rope

bridges don’t need wood or metal but a few simple knots

Reef Knot, Clove and Timber Hitch are handy for a pioneer

and some west country whipping will soon get those old ropes into shape

Loop your ropes tight around the tree to maintain tension

Sheet bend and bowline and the old Round Turn comes in here

The half hitch keeps these in tight.

Be careful with your left and your right though

as one wrong move with your rope work could spell disaster

Can’t have a Granny Knot where a Reef Knot is Needed.

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Food Photography Scouting

Brownie

In response to the prompt

bookworm

Interesting thing is the English language.

How words can mean different things in different ways

Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind

That was the challenge , so I picked up the nearest book – A book of science written by the Television Historian and Scientist – Adam Hart-Davis

The tenth word in his book – BROWNIE

(some English Female readers will now turn their minds to memories of schooldays and Girl Guides – Founded by Olave Baden Powell.  The Brownies being their junior section, much like the Cubs are to the Scouts)

The symbol of the Girl Guide Junior Movement – The Brownies

Mr Hart-Davis was of course referring to one of his first cameras, as the book contains a number of photographs to answer scientific questions – such as the title question – “why does a ball bounce ?”

Its got some brilliant photos in it and answers 101 questions of science in a fun way using some colourful photography.

a Box Brownie Camera

However, upon putting the term in on Google Images – The first major picture was of more of a culinary, chocolatey kind.  Nice with a cup of tea (or Cocoa). Now If there would have been a picture of a Brownie Guide cooking Brownies (the cakes) at camp – that would have been perfect!  Alas – I’m not in charge at Google so the two images will have to remain separate

A Chocolate Brownie – a rather tasty treat
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A Tale of Old Boots

In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. Their leather is worn from the passing of time…

Source: A Tale of Old Boots

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Good Companion

Been looking through my old notebooks again, and found a scribble in relation to the Orange One-Man Tent I was assigned during my time as a scouter with the 90th Salford.  The title of the poem relates to the name of the tent – which I slept in on campsites in Greater Manchester, Cheshire , Derbyshire and Cumbria.

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Oh little resting place of mine
set among forest of green
lashed down on the grassland
in space of trees between.

Your A-Frame and Flysheet,
are a real treat,
against the clouds
you cannot be beat.

And under your flysheet is perfect,
for drying boots after ‘ hike
as raindrops drain down, into gully of brown
and one or two of your spikes

When midges arrive, you’re a cover –
whilst getting prepared for parade
and when sunshine is fierce and fiery
you provide the perfect shade.

Plenty of space for my camp kit
at head of my bag I will rest
and as I work and play, they’ll be safe all day
under the best cover in camp in the west

And when I seek you , out at night
your reflecting orange shines in torchlight
and as I rest my happy head
your canvas cover overlooks my bed.

They call you the “Good Companion”
The orange tent on forest ground
A place that is home for a scouter –
the best little tent all around.

Mountain Meadow

A Tale of Old Boots

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A Tale of Old Boots

These Boots Were Made for Walking

March 2011

In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. And if their owner were truthful – they could do with a bit of a clean.  The hooks holding the laces crusted with dirt, their leather is worn from the passing of time having seen many a moorland excursion. Lakeland water now pools at the toes.

But they still feel right. As if once put on, they could take their owner from their Salford home out to the hills of Perpignan and back again, covering miles along the way and without a mutter or moan.

Rugby Boots and Training shoes might be fine for a sportsman at Old Trafford but they don’t cut it on the fields of the West Yorkshire Moors. If these boots could talk, the tales they would tell – of covering rocky paths once stepped by Roman Legionaries, of campfire ditties sung round old ancient stones, and of moonlight illuminating mugs of steaming hot Beef Tea.

They’d sit outside tents so the groundsheet stayed clean, and leave their owner a morning surprise if they hadn’t been left under the flysheet. They would walk for miles as their owner crossed field and moor, praying that they would avoid the hidden cowpats. Of course they’d get cleaned on one day, just before parade, as the group amassed around a solitary flagpole.

Where they’ll go next, is anyone’s guess. But for now they just sit on the varnished wooden shelf, looking quite a sight with dark brown Yorkshire mud entrapped in the soles. They look at themselves in the tall hallway mirror and think of the streams they’ve crossed and the moors they’ve run, the bracken broken for kindling and stiles climbed in fun.

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Good Companion

Oh little resting place of mine
set among forest of green
lashed down on the grassland
in space of trees between.

Your A-Frame and Flysheet,
are a real treat,
against the clouds
you cannot be beat.

And under your flysheet is perfect,
for drying boots after ‘ hike
as raindrops drain down, into gully of brown
and one or two of your spikes

When midges arrive, you’re a cover –
whilst getting prepared for parade
and when sunshine is fierce and fiery
you provide the perfect shade.

Plenty of space for my camp kit
at head of my bag I will rest
and as I work and play, they’ll be safe all day
under the best cover in camp in the west

And when I seek you , out at night
your reflecting orange shines in torchlight
and as I rest my happy head
your canvas cover overlooks my bed.

They call you the “Good Companion”
The orange tent on forest ground
A place that is home for a scouter –
the best little tent all around.