A week has passed since our Sheffield group left us at the top of the track. We had an amazing week!
Fearless adventurers walking down a vertical cliff face, Valiant explorers investigating the area from kayaks and Heroic voyagers marching through the hills to hidden beaches in the middle of the Scottish wilderness.
A week full of laughter, adventure, good company, singing songs and a good deal of mud.
Peat cutting was a success. Clean women and men walking up the track, and two-legged, sticky, brown, mud monsters coming down an hour later. Some sort of system were the blocks of peat are thrown from one person to the other seemed to be the best. As long as there isn’t a glitch in the machinery (*cough*Rosie*cough*).
To end the week we had a camp fire on the beach with some truly amazing entertainment. Never before have Camas has such a fine jug player present, and never before have the Simpsons been to visit.
Camas felt empty after you left guys. Where did you all go?
