Whatever that means
What joy. A weekend dad and cub camp at Fordell Firs. A chance for fathers and sons to enjoy experience of sleeping under canvas (well, ripstop nylon) which is nice because we hardly ever … hang on. Still, today was burgers for lunch and then bell boats at Lochore Meadows. Fun(ish) and then back to camp for some lolling around, bird house construction and then tea. Once the fire was lit the dads who’d turned up got to share all the booze and since there was only four, that meant a whole can each. Party on!