This is no Glen Derry
The sun is out, the rain is holding off and once again I’m on site at the family camp in Plessy woods but still having to remind myself that I’m within a stone throw away from home. The scout group’s family camp is the one and only camp where a leader can get away with doing next to nothing. With the parents there of all the beavers, cubs and scouts, the work they do lightens the load for the rest of us. Jobs are finished earlier and its amazing how promptly the children do as they’re told when its their parents giving the orders.
In true scouting nature, the occupants of the camp have insufficient needs to fulfill the outfits potential. The bigger the field, the more they feel the need to fill it.