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| sweet street |
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| excellent use of imagination |
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| that there, in the middle, guess who? yes, i did do this. |
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| not mine. |
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| over to the 'glamping' section. tents etc pre-set up before you arrived |
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| jus' strollin' round the camp |
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| not for snags |
Last Sunday morning I got the train from Kings Cross to this little place 3 hours away called Skegness, then got a ride on to Mablethorpe, for four days. It was a church camp called Focus. I went. It was awesome. Now, I didn't actually go to any of the praying/worshipping/jesus/god seminars or talks or groups, as I was looking after the children, but during the 3 hours they were in their school group and I had free time and pretty much just wandered around reading and sitting in the sun and drinking coffees and taking photos. There was a couple of things that would have been quite interesting, but ah, it was a really interesting experience just to get to go to as an outsider. I'm not Christian or religious in any way, so going into this environment where everyone is talking about how God has guided them to this that and the next thing is preeeetty weird. Faith is really rather scary when you see it in full force, 4000 people strong, singing and clutching chests with hands raised etc.
Anyway, it was really fun to go camping again, we were staying in a 'caravan' which are completely un-like caravans in NZ. They're like permanent fixtures, kind of like one of them gotta get a gottage, gotta get a garage, gotta get a skyliiine things. On the second day we were there they had a sandcastle building comp, and while we were hard at work making some pretty awesome stuff, my boss says to me, 'You know that show, Man VS Willd?' and I launch into a yes that explains that time in Daniell St we had it on every day for a bit there, and she says there's Bear Grylls behind you.
I got whiplash turning around so fast, then grazed my jaw ON THE SAND when my mouth fell open. My 'I have a dream' is to get dropped in a remote location with Bear Grylls, so I was all star struck/super stoaked just to sit and staaaaaare and maybeevenstalkhimdowntothewaterbutnotactuallytalktohim for the day. Then! After not winning the sandcastle comp, the next morning on our way to family worship (oh dear, that doesn't sound like me at all) he strolls out right in front of us and my boss has a laugh at me and says there you go Alana. Again, with the face, I'm uncontrollable. I'm pretty sure he heard me say uuuuuuuuuuugh it killllllls me, cos he looked just as I said it, which is shameful, especially as it was followed by an Alana 'Special' face.
Next time Bear, next time. So that, and hiring these little buggys to bike round in, and more swimming and slides and pools and eating alot of NZ lamb funnily enough, was my week at Focus.. It's weird to think, people are
too nice around here, what's going on. Just cos I'm an A-hole! Hah! No, seriously, I'm lovely. It made me really really wanna go camping, proper camping tho like in a tent and maybe even involving a kayak like that one time at Christmas. Although maybe somewhere over here...
Somebody did a poo under the slide in the softplay area? Poor guy who's the job of cleaning it was. I patted him on the shoulder. Ah Well. We drove back at 11pm, which was kinda funny, as Cece woke up at about 1 and was like 'whoaaaa it hadn't take long to get back to London at aaaaaall!' '- it's cos you were asleep Cece..' 'NO I WAS NOT!' I swear I used to say that to my parents all the time. Awesome.
I'm currently in St. Mawes in Cornwall, so will have to get my A into G and get writing about this one. Too much of the same old same old? No? We will see.
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