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Monday, June 08, 2009

Should have been singing in the rain.......

I have my baby back from camp, and a tired little man he is too. All that he took with him was wet through and a bit smelly, a bit like him really! He came home, as predicted, suitably filthy, extremely tired and with a rather nasty looking rash!! I guess it won't be the first or that last time for all three of these things!

However, he is recovering, but I thought his grim experience of the dug out toilet was worth a mention. So here is his story:

Cast your mind back to the weekend if you will, very wet, cold and rather windy. Picture the scene of many small boys, soaking wet and very muddy, singing songs around the camp fire. Picture the cows temporarily rehoused in the next field just for the weekend, and you get an image of the idyllic remoteness that was, for one weekend only, Cub (boot) Camp. 

The fact that they were in a cow field meant there were no facilities. No facilities meant that the toilet needed to be excavated from the land. No luxury was spared though, because the hole was suitably covered with a tent, and a plank provided to sit on. Sounds perfectly lovely don't you think?

Anyway, at some point he needed a poo. Off he duly went, striding across the field in a force ten gale, rain lashing down from the sky, and into the toilet tent. Just as he was sitting there, on the plank, bum hanging over the edge, about to' go', and wind whipped off the top of the tent! So there he sat, poor thing, pooing.....pooing in the rain. 

Poor love, it made us laugh though!

17 comments:

this is my patch said...

Small Sprog's predicament would make a great advert for Andrex! x

nick said...

I thought you were going to say that everyone else could see him doing the necessary. There's nothing much worse than spartan toilets, we all want a bit of comfort and privacy.

I hope he came back a happy little man as well as a tired one.

Elizabeth said...

Better to look back on than to live through.......!

lakeviewer said...

Cub experiences, memorable! He'll be forever grateful to have running water and a warm home. You send them out to discover the history of many inventions.

Maggie May said...

Oh dear....... that was bad luck!
Was a horrible weekend, weather-wise but I should imagine that it is something that will give him *back bone* and help him to take the rough with the smooth in later life.
I should imagine he enjoyed a long hot shower! Nothing like it for reviving a worn out body. That and a pot of tea!

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

I do feel sorry for the lad, but I must admit, I laughed so much that it over-shadowed the pity, just a teeny, tiny bit.

;o)

Poor little thing.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Fat, frumpy and fifty... said...

safe and sound with mumma or is that subba!?

Fi from Four Paws and Whiskers said...

Yes - definitely worth sharing - hope he is not traumatised for life after exposing his bum to the world.
:)

Furtheron said...

Oh dear!

I think our son on his first camp didn't use the facilities at all!

I remember Mrs F finding all his clean underwear at the bottom of the ruck sack clearly unused. "Why would I need to use that?" he asked almost as though we were stupid for raising the question. The three day canoeing was the best one, they got held up and the tide was out when they got to the bit on the estuary where they come out. They had to crawl across the mud dragging the boats out. Literally it took an hour to hose them down

Lindsay said...

My son developed Dhobi's Itch from wearing dirty uniforms when he did an entrance exercise for the Royal Marines. Horrible rash under the arms etc - had to go to doctor - hope SS's rash has now gone.

Steve said...

In years to come he'll be able to drink out on that anecdote... and even later, entertain his grandchildren. I'm almost envious.

Rose said...

This sounds like something that would have happened to me! Of course, I never would have gone camping in a place without modern facilities in the first place:) Glad Small Sprog survived it all and is back home safely. He'll have stories to tell for years!

Not Waving but Drowning said...

I bet he had a fab timne though.

I used to take the Brownies away on pack holiday, (I was Brown Owl) and the night before their parents came to collect them, I'd stand the Brownies up in the washing up bowl and clean them.

Nearly all of them hadn't even opened their toilet bag all week.

But it's good fun being allowed to be filthy every now and again.

GG

the eternal worrier said...

That sounds horrible. A dug out toilet! But did he say he enjoyed the weekend?

Suburbia said...

Worrier, endured rather than enjoyed I think. As someone else has said, the enjoyment will be in the reminiscing (hopefully)!

Reasons to be Cheerful 1,2,3 said...

Brrrrr! Makes me shiver just reading it, poor little man!

Liz said...

I bet he was dead proud of that! things that would make us die of embarrassment tend to be a source of pleasure to small boys.