Brownsea Island: Day 11

Day 11 (3rd of August):

It is really getting obvious that the camp is nearing its end, at least for the participants. We are all (the subcamp staff of wolves) taking it more relaxed, trying to fill in for each others so we can get some rest, and my voice has suddenly started recovering (I think I missed mentioning on the 1st of August that my voiced disappeared). Today we had chain reaction which involved setting up lots of pipes that a ball had to run through as slow as possible causing a chain reaction that would eventually pull a tennis ball out of a hole so that water would fall from the bottom of a bucket and the staff member sitting underneath (not me) would get very wet. The first group did a long run of pipes eventually pushing a tennis ball filled with outwards facing pins tied to a piece of string, so that it would fly in a halfcircular motion, hitting some ballons that carried a heavy bucket, resulting in exploding ballons and the bucket pulling out the tennisball in the bucket by the use of counterweight and a very wet George (haha). The second group however went an hour over time (not a problem as for today we for some reason or another had 3 hours for lunch), but unfortunantly it didn't work as well and wasn't spectacular in any way. After a 2 hour lunch break we went off to make stuff for the carnival which took 2 hours where I didn't take part in anything, but just threw away a screw for Graham's watch and got hit in the groin by a flying melon... How often does that happen? Afterwards I had a jacket potato for dinner, had Jane sign my necker and write in my songbook. Having eaten dinner and hung around for talking we needed to get the carnival going, so we went to the site of the replica camp, got the scouts dancing and singing up to the Ford Marquee and Laura Bettinson and her band started playing music. As they had gotten in, the 3 guys dancing around in costumes started fighting and playing with each other and with Adam, now THAT was fun :)