The Weekend Picture No.18

The Dubmeister brings a little bit of Cornwall home with him.

 The Dubmeister was away for the last fortnight of August. He was camping with a brilliant Christian boys organisation called Urban Saints.

He went mountain boarding, wave jumping and hiking. He sat around camp fires, ate enormous breakfasts and bundled with his mates.

Mostly he had fun and came back a happier, more confident, and yet slightly dirtier person.

His tent was flooded out one night and he mostly wore flip flops around the sodden camp site so when he came home I just had to take a picture of his feet.

It's great to have him home.

Speak Soon
JH

PS You can read about the Dubmeister's bedroom tidying exploits here

The Weekend Picture No.8

Dad, next time can we please have a tent which we can fit our heads into!

The sun shone on Saturday so we went camping. We had a great time with the Dubmeister's Scout troupe on their annual family camp. We learnt archery, sang campfire songs, ate burnt barbecued burgers and made new friends.

And then on Sunday (today) it rained. Only it wasn't "the rain all day, soak you to the skin" type of rain. No, it was "the wait until you are about to pack your tent up and then rain hard for 5 minutes" type of rain.

But that was OK as well because we had had a great time and we could laugh together with our new friends at how typically bad the British weather is.

Speak Soon.
JH