Flagbreak

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A summer morning, Worsley woods, west of Manchester

the sun just peaking through the nest of trees

circle of tents in various spots

and a scout leader starting the beginnings of an altar fire

little faces pop out of the niger tents to grab a view

breakfast served at 8 am sharp

but first, a mug of tea

some make a break for the toilet block

as sausage and eggy bread sizzle in a pan

orders given to the sous chef … he keeps his eye on the food

and slowly the camp leader makes his way to the pole

and all stand still in observance

the flag is released from its bonds

and flies high in the gentle breeze , proudly to attention

and all present give a salute

before breakfast is served

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17th August 2017

Middlewood scout camp, Worsley, Salford

UJG

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