Seventeen excited Cubs, twelve camp-hardened Scouts and a slightly apprehensive supporting cast of leaders and parents took ship from a rain soaked Sandbanks bound for Brownsea Island on a May Friday evening. We were celebrating our Centenary with a camp at the place where Scouting was born.
Brownsea is a magical place and something magical happened to the unpromising weather which seemed to work to our advantage throughout the weekend. We had the entire campsite and all its facilities to ourselves and were able to do all our planned outdoor activities – including shelter building, archery and low ropes – in bright sunshine. It was too windy for kayaking on the sea, so we sailed instead. In the evenings we were able to play the widest of wide games – it felt like we had the whole Island to ourselves.
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