30 odd years ago I attended an international Guide camp on a
Swedish island in the Baltic! I hadn’t thought
of it for years, but seeing the wind-blown trees in Keilder forest yesterday suddenly
brought it to mind. Although initially I
felt a momentary sadness for my gauche, 17 year old self, with a dire hairstyle
and frumpy clothes, I soon remembered the joy of making bivouac shelters from
the fallen trees around us and cooking our food on open fires. For a clumsy,
unconfident girl like me, it was blissful and proved to be a window on the
future
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