Original writing – annual camping holiday with the scouts

It was the 3rd of dread 2002 and we were going on the annual camping holiday with the sentrys, after a whole years planning and waiting excitedly hoping it would live up to the vastness of our last few camps. T present was me, Oliver, Clutz, Pookie, C entirelyem, David and Damien who was also known as gingerroot knave. We named Damien pep imp after he had climbed a gigantic manoeuver in the church yard without any struggle the ginger opus came from the colour of his hair. We arrived at Wadderailway carr round 10am. Waddecarr is about 20 miles from Blackpool.On reaching first impressions were not good, the place was waterlogged and nothing could be seen for trees and a big stone lodge. Beyond the lodge were limestone paths leading off from the car park and a river was flowing freely in the distance. The air was quite a c grizzly and slight dew hung to the hatful. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there wasnt a breeze. We left(p) our camp defeats and other be longings in the land r all oer and minibus and went to find our localize. The send was a large one. The ground was all freshly cut grass and there was a low-toned limestone path running by.At the spine of the site was a row of trees in appear of a small ditch in which a small stream lied. To the left of the site was a small wooden building with a small doorway which was open and to the right was more trees. The DB camp down was planned to be placed next to the trees at the back, on the left we were to halt the leaders dormancy and eating encamps and on the right our recreationing and eating camp outs. A DB camp is where we keep all the equipment and food for the week. The DB tent was the biggest, so we arrogate this up first.It took 15 men to lift up the tent while a little scout went running round shoving each bottom pole into the ones being held by people. When the DB tent was up we stared at it for a while then split from the leaders to put up our own two tents and t he leaders put up theirs. We had the tent with all the broken pegs and strings which fell down six quantify before we had it erected fully. The tents were done after four hours and we were very bored of smell at each other, which wasnt a pretty site, so we went flavor for a bit of totty round the camp site.Totty is average a word we office for good human faceing females because its easier to say. We found some totty but we had a business because we were all too chicken to clack to them, I think its a fear of rejection thing, so we sent the no fear zoo animal, gingerroot Monkey in to talk to them. pep Monkeys a bit special, hell talk to anyone, level himself or a tree. Anyway he did well so we rewarded him by petting him resembling we would pet a dog or a cat but some of the petting was too overweight and he fell to the ground. pervert is quite over weight and he fell on Ginger Monkey while he was on the floor which must have hurt considering he size of misuse and the n oise that Ginger Monkey made when confidential information rolled over onto his arm. Ginger Monkey made a big scene and screamed give care a little girl and started throwing a paddy like he was having a fit on the floor. We dragged Damien by his wrists and dragged him back to our site through and through mud and puddles because of the embarrassment this child had caused us. When we arrived back he was filthy and he smelled like a wet dog. We had tea in the cooking tent while Ginger Monkey ate his on the grass looking at the trees.After tea there was the task everybody hates washing up. This sincerely did suck when you were washing pans, about 20 mess tins, plates, knifes and forks. Ginger Monkey was washing in one bowl and Callem was rinsing in another. I didnt trust Ginger Monkey at a job like washing up so I volunteered to help wash up to check if they were doing right. Ginger Monkey was complaining about his arm that fling had rolled on and was refusing to do anymore washing up, so I grabbed the arm and stuck it in the water. Ginger Monkey let out a big cry and went running towards the path.What Ginger Monkey didnt know was me, Clutz and Twist had put a piece of rope some our site to jibe kids running through and Ginger Monkey ran straight into the rope which was at his neck height. The rope stopped him running and took him to the floor. Ginger Monkey get still on the floor for a while until someone ran over to see if he was alright. Me, Twist and Clutz were laughing our hearts out at this moment but stopped when he didnt move. Was he dead? We should be so lucky. He got up when everyone ran over and looked at us over his little gold glasses with evil eyes. If looks could kill, I wouldnt be here today writing this story.Nobody knew Ginger Monkeys arm was broken yet, so we carried on as normal, sitting around chatting and playing stupid games which werent even fun but we did them anyways before going to bed at around 11pm. That night Twist, Clutz, Pook ie and I went on a little walk around the site while everyone was asleep before retiring to our sleeping tent and chatting some more. After a while everything was quiet because some old guy had told us to be quiet and Twist said he could feel something warm and wet on the bottom of his feet which made me and Clutz pause up with laughter but Twist looked worried.I took a look at Twists feet and saw Ginger Monkey there licking his feet. Twist kicked Ginger Monkey hard to stop him licking his feet but Ginger Monkey bit his big toe. Oliver screamed and woke everyone up. We threw Ginger Monkey out of the tent in his sleeping bag into the sludge and pouring rain to sleep out there. Later that morning around 3am Twist needed the derriere so he stepped outside the tent forgetting all about Ginger Monkey and peed on his head. Ginger Monkey never moved and just opened his mouth, Twist by this time realised Ginger Monkey was there and started aiming at his mouth.This was day one of Waddecarr 2002 Camp. What did the rest of the week have in store for us? We had fun throughout the week with all the activities which led to Pookie accidentally close shooting himself with a rifle, Gary Ward nearly drowning in Blackpool swimming baths, pulling Pookies shorts down in front of a few good looking girls, Twist rolling down the beach taking out an old lady, me and Clutz pulled two sexy ladies on the next site and some other scouts tied Twist to a fallen tree over the river. This was a really good scout camp after all. I cant wait for next year.