Yes, it is our way to say thank you to the Boy Scouts when were in our early years.
I still recall Harry G who was our scoutmaster.
He had a clump foot which I now realise was a war injury.
I still recall Alistair & Tony who were in my scout troop back then.
Those were good days & many camps with tents with flys & newspapers in the sleeping bag.
Cooking flapjacks for breakfast & beef for dinner over a smoky wooden fire.
Badges on the sleeves & I now wonder what badges the scouts do these days.
In fact I was asked by my parents to leave the scouts as the school marks were not up to their expectations.
Instead of the “Bobs for Jobs’ that I did when in the scouts, the scouts now do the fund raising by delivery various gardening supplies to our door.
So that is garden lime before the rain & not the hail stones that I expect will appear about the 1st two days of the Ashes cricket test.
Almost a Gabba pitch.
It was David who delivered locally to us.
He has opened a small brewery close by so I have to say thanks by enjoying his Beer.
In a small way.
I meet Mark recently who not only has 4 growing children also spends most weekends & most of the week end being a scout master & also a leader of the Venturers.
To Harry & David & Mark thank you for your enthusiasm & care in doing your part in helping myself & boys learn more out of school than they often learn in school.
We are all very grateful to you.
Thank you.
Yes sir.
