Serious Incident at Campdowne

Please do not be alarmed if you read of a serious incident at the Camp where a Young Scout Leader ran amok with a Guide 'Welly Stick'.

As far as I am aware the culprit has not yet been caught which is a little disconcerting..

On another matter, we are fortunate to have received help from a new Scout from the French contingent, (43rd Versailles) a Monsieur Pierre Moustache.  We haven't seen Young Skip today so I assume he is helping out at Bewl after the 'Guide Leader incident'



Monsieur Pierre Moustache

 

 

Dear Diary

Dear Diary

 

My name is Wanda and I am very unhappy. I am staying next door to (5th) Chislehurst (Invicta) and I am not appreciated. I am very colourful; I have a smiley face (although it's very small) and am very slim; some call me a little rigid. Sometimes I am kicked. I have been trodden on, ignored and left out in the rain.

 

However, whilst I am not very happy with the guides, I have made friends with the scouts next door. And so it was, on Wednesday, I was liberated, under cover of darkness, very, very early - secreted away in Skip's ruck sack and taken on a trip to London.

 

It was wonderful; never before have I felt so alive. I was taken absolutely everywhere, then I slipped away...

 



First stop, the Ministry of Defence, where I reported the guides next door for international terrorism...

Then to Horseguards where I asked if they could send a regiment to take on the guides...

A little rest in St James' Park where someone used me to dry out a shoe (not necessarily the owner's) after they had been a little too close to the lake...I was happy to be of service...

Then I met a Gurka who said that he would pop along in the afternoon to let the guide leaders' tents down (again)...

Then it was along the Mall to Buckingham House. Her Majesty wasn't in but I managed to speak to a Lady in Waiting on a matter "of great importance" to myself and my friends - captive slavery...

I was taken down Piccadilly where I knew I would find some ex-servicemen to offer some advice on what I now felt was the right time....World Domination of "Wandas". After all, there are enough of us - several million around the world, all different shapes and sizes...

Next I decided to take a nap by the Serpentine. By now I was in control..."No, I won't pay for a deckchair!" The attendant tried to evict me but he didn't reckon on my World Power that I was amassing...I have a pointy end...his demise was speedy...

With the kitchen staff no more I liberated the café. Mocha coffee (£2.60), double-choc muffins (£1.90), all paninis @ £3.80, waffles, rib eye steak and chips, not forgetting the whole gelateria...were all now free...

I kidnapped a policeman (although he didn't seem to bothered about it). I am in control of the police; I now consider that I have more power than the Home Secretary...

Wellington seemed to me to want to be a friend...so I knocked on his door - there was no one in. It seemed I wasn't garnering the support that I was expecting...

I decided to arm myself with boulders...they didn't have anything suitable in stock so I thought I would have a burger; but the queue was too long so I moved on...

At Burlington Arcade a I told a friendly man in a funny uniform of my quest for World Domination. He told me that the best thing to do was to go back to camp and say sorry...

I 'phoned the guides to say sorry and please come and get me...I couldn't get through...

I found the scouts and pleaded..."Take me back to camp, my quest for World Domination is at an end." They took me to Covent Garden to buy  the guide leaders some flowers. Unfortunately they were 33 years too late...

However, the scouts did take pity on me. They bought me a nice mug and then took me back to camp where I was sneaked back into my place once the sun had gone down. But not until I had told they scouts a story before bedtime about "Wanda, the Wicked Welly-Peg". No-one slept last night I can tell you!

If you liked my Dear Diary, email your friends this website address so that the World can appreciate me. We're getting over 100 hits a day...but we want millions! And don't forget to leave a comment...

Wanda, the Welly-Stick xxx

Wednesday evening

After Cajun Chicken (a little bit spicy as the cooks read the quantities incorrectly) there was a mass exodus to the WC!  Only joking Mums and Dads.  We joined in the carnival and lit the path to our mess tent.  Scouts are now waiting for hot chocolate and the latest episode of 'Dear Diary'  

We are a little bit concerned as we can hear 'cackling' from the Guide Leaders in the adjoining pitch.  (We think one may be a Witch)  Will they get their revenge for our earlier indiscretions?  It was not 'Young Skip's' fault that the squirty cream went on their tent, it was Joseph's fault because he ducked.

The paper rockets fired by 'Young Skip' kept Scouts amused but the recipients near and far seemed bemused by the messages within!

By this time 'Old Skip' seemed a little weary.

As I write, another letter is received from the Guides, this time its not a complaint.

Visit to London

Horse Guards Parade

 

Can you spot your Scout?  One is lying on the ground 

Buckingham Palace, the Queen was out!

 



 Wellington Arch

Burlington Arcade with a Beadle.

 

I bet you are wondering why our friend is holding a painted 'Welly Stick' which we have liberated from the guides next door!

 

All will be revealed in 'Dear Diary'

Tuesday, day of rest!

This morning we had a relaxing time walking through the trees and climbing Jacob's Ladder.
 

Dear Diary

As told to Young Skip...
"A great day was looming; this was the day that I had been looking forward to as the best day of the camp. One day off-site - shopping. I was more than a little confused when Skip said that we had to bring a change of clothes and a towel. Maybe a swimming pool has been installed? My confusion was heightened when we left the camp site. We turned the wrong way! I know the way from 20 miles out in any direction and the direction that we were going was definitely not correct. Then Skip said that we would know when we had arrived when we saw a large lake. A lake? I thought it was a former chalk pit. As we drew into the car park I was beside myself. "Bewl Water, near Tonbridge" it said on the entrance sign. Bewl Water, Bewl Water??? I thought Skip said we were going to Blue Water." Anonymous contribution 

Day out at Bewl Water

We had a great day at Bewl water Dragon Boat Racing, (the others cheated) Sailing, (boats got lost and Kayaking (running along boats and not getting wet).  Well I think that was the idea.

 

Back at Camp now having devoured meatballs, pasta, accompanied by one courgette.

 

Auctioned off spare desserts, lets hope Scouts are tired so we can have a quiet night! Washing up line is now in the tent due to first rain of the day for us!

 

 

 

Joseph has a funny idea of Kayaking 

Lucy before she dived in.  She loved the taste of Bewl water.