It was the first day back at the 16th today, and we don’t do first days by halves. At 6.00, a number of us (including myself, Ricky) turned up in order to, basically, drop things on the floor in the Manor. Then, we retired to our bases (two tents, the table cupboard and a small cove under a canvas), turned down the lights, and through the kitchen hatch arrived our, ahem, guests. The hall was divided into four bases, one for each of the four senses (excepting sight). Points were available in the form of small slippery spheres, and could be obtained by, for example, recognising the smell of washing-up liquid, or the sound of rolling dice.
(I would put a notice of congratulations to the winning patrol, but I don’t know how they are. Leave a comment if it was you.)
That wasn’t all, of course; two other events were also happening, including a visit by Wayne Bulpitt, who wanted to see how inner-city troops work. It was a good evening and a good start to the year.
