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The last four weeks of my life have mostly been on a field in the South West of England. It's all because of this camp. Early August was prep week, where my father and I lived in a field and hit things with mallets and sledgehammers, as well as these massive hammers called mauls. You get up for breakfast at eight, then hit things with mallets until dinner, which is twelve hours later. It's about as manly as it gets.
After a week of recuperation avec mon famile, I went back to a similar, nearby field, where I cooked in the kitchen for a week. This mostly involved stirring things, sometimes for hours at a time. The following week I stayed in the same field as a tent leader. In the evenings they have leader's supper, which is when you eat pizza and then stay up until the small hours playing risk. During the week I was persuaded to stay for rearguard, where you undo all the work that the mallet team did three weeks earlier. Carrying heavy things around like it's not even a thing. Rearguard has an etiquette of its own, which involves sitting around a large ring of square tables and shouting things like 'bread me!' instead of 'could you please pass the bread?' The things are in response thrown across the table. Anybody who gets up to fetch something is scolded and frowned upon.
I have a new hat and a new hedgehog. Stetson Steve (my kitchen buddy) informs me that the hat is a Stetson. He would know, because he collects them. I bought it in a charity shop for a fiver, and I rather like it. The hedgehog we found in the road on the way back from prep week, then put it in the shed. For a few days it would come out at night and run erratically in tight circles, stopping only to catch its breath. These hilarious days are over now, and our hedgehog (who is a boy) seems to have recovered from its dain bramage. I'm pretty aware that I'm constructing this blog entry terribly. I'm tired and going to stop now and finish later.
It's later. Not much else exciting happened. I went down a death slide standing up and lived, then I watched this Batman thing (which it turns out you can watch on Youtube on this excellent WB channel) with Ruth Lovell, which was my birthday present to her. It is very great.
Soon I am going to freshers week, where I will probably stay indoors and cry between bowls of cereal. After that I will build robots.
The last four weeks of my life have mostly been on a field in the South West of England. It's all because of this camp. Early August was prep week, where my father and I lived in a field and hit things with mallets and sledgehammers, as well as these massive hammers called mauls. You get up for breakfast at eight, then hit things with mallets until dinner, which is twelve hours later. It's about as manly as it gets.
After a week of recuperation avec mon famile, I went back to a similar, nearby field, where I cooked in the kitchen for a week. This mostly involved stirring things, sometimes for hours at a time. The following week I stayed in the same field as a tent leader. In the evenings they have leader's supper, which is when you eat pizza and then stay up until the small hours playing risk. During the week I was persuaded to stay for rearguard, where you undo all the work that the mallet team did three weeks earlier. Carrying heavy things around like it's not even a thing. Rearguard has an etiquette of its own, which involves sitting around a large ring of square tables and shouting things like 'bread me!' instead of 'could you please pass the bread?' The things are in response thrown across the table. Anybody who gets up to fetch something is scolded and frowned upon.
I have a new hat and a new hedgehog. Stetson Steve (my kitchen buddy) informs me that the hat is a Stetson. He would know, because he collects them. I bought it in a charity shop for a fiver, and I rather like it. The hedgehog we found in the road on the way back from prep week, then put it in the shed. For a few days it would come out at night and run erratically in tight circles, stopping only to catch its breath. These hilarious days are over now, and our hedgehog (who is a boy) seems to have recovered from its dain bramage. I'm pretty aware that I'm constructing this blog entry terribly. I'm tired and going to stop now and finish later.
It's later. Not much else exciting happened. I went down a death slide standing up and lived, then I watched this Batman thing (which it turns out you can watch on Youtube on this excellent WB channel) with Ruth Lovell, which was my birthday present to her. It is very great.
Soon I am going to freshers week, where I will probably stay indoors and cry between bowls of cereal. After that I will build robots.
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