DT; On the first day, they created chaos

Let's see how DT week ended then go back to the beginning;


(2 ANE visits, 1 broken arm, 1 acute eye inflammation, 2 bruised knees, 1 banged head, 1 painful ankle, more bruises than we could count, coughs, colds, sneezes, sore throat, nearly lost voice & 2 people sent back to bed with ill health.)

Now, how did all this happen, why did everyone agree to it, why did we agree to pay for this and why did we feel guilty when we weren't doing it well enough? What just happened?!

On the first day, my assistant leader and I were briefed with a colossal amount of information and given a short turnaround to pass on everything to the group and get everyone involved in a thoroughly comprehensive presentation of the information. Our first disappointment was having to repeat this task as it fulfilled the requirements of being interesting and well put together but lacking some key information. The trainers are deliberately punishing to get you to face negative emotions.

The afternoon's task, at which we excelled, gained bonus points and all had as a high of the week, was to prepare a V. I. P meal for our group and 8 others. We put together a candle-lit, 3-course meal and provided a jazz band as entertainment.

The main event wasn't to start until Wednesday morning and Tuesday would be a warm up day.


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The DT's?

Not to be confused with 'delirium tremens', our DT week is a time of being pushed to our limits so we display some 'unfiltered behaviour'. Hopefully we can go more Coral Island than Lord of the Flies'.

Today we built a raft from wood, Aston barrels and rope, learning different knots on the way. We then paddled it out onto North Dock to complete a couple of manoeuvres. In the afternoon we carried out a search & rescue mission in the woods which involved sweep searching, performing first aid, making a hot drink and carrying a man with an injury (staged) on a bivvy bag stretcher.

Tonight our phones will be taken from us for the rest of the week as we head into more outdoor craziness with dark rumours of sleeping in caves, abseiling, hiking through the night and caving. Unconfirmed rumours but whatever the rest of the week holds we are fairly well guaranteed that cold and wet will be the main protagonists.

Mr Lovell

Fate has willed that I, a mild-manner, non-combative and softly-spoke individual, should be suffered to patiently bear with the cruel words and unjustified taunts of one David Lovell.




This curious boy still carries around a cuddly toy pig, talks about little kittens yet thinks I am fair game for the butt of his childish jokes and puerile sense of humour.




(David sucking his thumb)

He has picked a fight with my toy monkey, further demonstrating the infantile machinations of his mind.




(David laughing with the decorum of a gibbon)



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Wise Monkey

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Miscreant

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Imagine a sandwich...

...3 foot deep full of lots of great things you love as well as new flavours. You have to try everything and that means eating the lot. It's great and you feel spoilt but it's just. so. much!

So far...

6:30 a.m starts on weekdays.

Wall-to-wall programme.

Lovely, funny, strong people.

Great times sharing the best thing in life with new friends.

Working in a 'soup kitchen'.

Helping at a youth group.

Reading, study, assignment.

Catering for 10.

Swimming in the dock.

Seminars.

Hide & seek.

Walks.




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Don't dare me!

We'd just eaten an enormous roast beef & Yorkshire pudding dinner, seconds and all when someone said; 'I'll give anyone a fiver if they'll jump in North Dock, RIGHT NOW, with all their clothes on. This is how it looks;





I leant forward; 'Really?'
I exchanged glances across the table with a girl who'd just been saying that sometimes girls can be more adventurous than boys.

My phone was out of my pocket, my rings on the table and i was haring out the door to try and be the first off and the first in.

Three of us were running. Just as we were about to jump, some others ran up yelling not to jump because we would kill ourselves. Apparently the water's about 2 ft deep at that point. So, narrowly escaping 2 broken legs and a shattered spine, we bombed it into the water, me shouting 'Im not feeling the cold! I'm not feeling the cold!'

Guess I'm putting a wash on this afternoon.















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Welsh orientation

Brace! Brace! The following image may be unsuitable for readers with a weak stomach.


The green things are cockles & the black stuff is lavabread. Both tasted very wrong. Cold cockles are like snorting sea water. Lavabread is cold, mushy seaweed. I tried both but it had me longing for the sheep's head jelly of Iceland!

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Skedaddle!

I was excited to be offered Finley the chihuahua for a walk and though he was initially nervous, he soon skipped along beside me and we headed to the beach which is just 3 or 4 minutes walk.




He is a super cute dog and speedy legs-a-blur at full tilt. We went a good distance along the beach then turned round to come back. Fin is a very social dog and bounced up to any other dog that came his way.




The only problem arose when he needed to be put back on the lead..! He would not come anywhere near me! Treats made no difference, his ball (which as I write, I realise got left on the beach!) didn't distract him and even three different families trying didn't work. We walked on a bit further then suddenly he bolted. I followed him over the hill and saw him ripping up the turf (exaggeration? Ed.) as he streaked round a corner some 150m in the distance. That was when I started both praying & running. I got to the corner and saw a dog-void path ahead of me. I decided this had to be some part of the training programme, ya know like, how far will you let yourself get out of your depth before you'll have the humility to ask for help. I called straight away...and got an ansaphone. Twice. A lifetime later (possibly a full minute) I had a call from the centre and a few seconds later I could hear; "what a good boy for finding your way home!"




Well quite! It's a good job he's cute but really, recall skills - nul points!

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Addictions and antidotes

I live in Wales. Weird, huh?

So I've been here a little under 24 hours and I have established that my three main addictions are fully catered for and provision has been seamless.

They have wi-fi. There is a dog (Finn) who comes to work. They have coffee on tap.



I was the first to arrive and to my unspeakably huge relief, I found there are only two other girls who will be sharing my dorm. I bagsied a bunk and began the
process of fitting my life into an under-the-bed drawer, a drawer in a unit, two baskets on a shelf and 2 coat hangers! My books are on a shelf and I have a bedside cabinet stuffed with cakes, cereal bars, yoghurt raisins and M&M's from Ted!



Minky is hanging from the monkey bars and his picture will shortly appear on his Facebook! I strung up lights under the top bunk so I have a cosy glow that is oddly comforting. Of course the mad-lurcher-lady cushion made the cut and is there too!



It's been a surreal few weeks and I expect I will need to put in some deliberate cave time for a while but with the beach very close, a tank full of petrol in the ped & all my addictions being fed, it's all looking good.

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Iceland Part II

After a lazy day with both of us inexplicably shattered, we made an impressive comeback the next day by visiting the Blue Lagoon.


No photo will really do justice to the opaque, powder blue water, rocks whitened by silica mud and the surrounding black lava rocks. It was the best day, weather wise, and we went in for the full experience of plastering our faces with mud and swimming up to the pool bar for Icelandic beer.




The water was beautifully hot, even too hot in places where it bubbled, scalding from rocks and it was easy to lounge in the water for two hours before dragging our heavy with heat bodies out.






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Iceland the incredible

Have enjoyed ticking some things off that 'must do before you die' list.
Since the end of the cold war, settled here in Iceland's capital, I've thought Reykjavik should be somewhere to go. I don't know that even 'Ray gun' & Gorbachev could have had as amazing a time as I'm having.
Watching Strokker, the most active geyser on the island, erupting every few minutes was mind-boggling even when you have understood the science behind it. Watching the cold pool water heave and sigh then lift up to form a large half globe before the hot water pushes through and jets high above my head will stay with me forever.


The steam rising from the earth as you're stood in the cold and pouring rain makes for a very alien landscape.



I bought a waterproof case for my phone and headed to the local-must-experience hot pools in the outdoor, public baths.


I feel like a degree in geology would help me really appreciate this place but even without that I was awed by seeing the North American and European tectonic plates (slowly) ripping up the earth and creating deep gashes in the landscape.



Visited Gulfoss which is a huge two-tier waterfall with spray that rushes up in clouds as the water thunders underneath.



I am here with my fellow adventurer, Kirste. We are staying in an über cool hostel where everything is in a pleasing shabby-chic style and eclectic mix of industrial lights, retro tiles, well stocked library of photographic books and antique bird cages!



The weather is mostly lousy but as I have noted from previous holidays, when I look back on them a few months afterwards, I remember the experiences but rarely the rain. So I'm here, cold & wet but soaking up every moment of relaxation, adventure & discovery.


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Eye catching shoes on public transport #1

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Olympic football

It shone, it rained, we met Moroccans, we screamed in English, we yelled in Arabic, we drew, we experienced Old Trafford.













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The week's round up

So glad everyone is talking about the Olympics. Of course there are a few whingers saying the opening ceremony was no good but thankfully most people thought it was a fabulous spectacle.




I have found previous opening ceremonies fun but a bit odd. A friend suggested that non-English people may have thought the same about ours. Did I just enjoy it because I understood all the references, I wonder.




I agree with someone else's comment that the most sporting person there was the queen for agreeing to take part in a Bond style sketch!




I watched it all at my church as we had an open event with a big screen, BBQ, games for kids and medal ceremony.




At the weekend I had a day out to London to meet Ted, my fab bro-in-law. It was lovely to drink coffee, wander across Hampstead Heath, Golders Green Park, eat a sharing plate of ribs, chicken & lamb kofta, chat, laugh and put the world to rights.




In the evening I went to Clapham Parish Church's sports quiz evening, ate Tim & Greta's delicious sloppy pulled pork, listened to a great talk by torch-bearer & wheelchair-adventurer Barry Funnell and produced a miserable score in the quiz. Great fun!




On Sunday I had Jo, who I lived with in Morocco earlier this year, come and visit for the day. Foisted as many of much of my stuff onto her as I could. A lovely, lovely day of eating my slow-cooked venison, talking about transition, men who need to see what they're missing (!) and enjoying coffee at Woodlands Manor.




Now my week is a dust-cloud of moving furniture, packing books, selling my freezer & wardrobe. Allergies at a premium! But on the horizon looms a trip to the Olympics. Please tune in for the Morocco-Spain match tomorrow and scour the crowd for two face-painted crazies waving atcha!
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B&B suggestion #3

Give someone an award!!!





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Bored & Broke # 2

Bored & Broke, suggestion # 2;



Make a tower of cheese straws!

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Bored & Broke?

Activity suggestion # 1;




Have coffee up a tree!

Addendum; then retrieve your flask from the river!




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Picnic with Lainey :)

Last minute picnic thrown together.


Met Lainey at Priory Country Park and though we shouldn't have been surprised, we'd both packed vegetables and hummus!



Talked about the important things as the sun went down, the ducks dived and the fish jumped.


A perfect summer evening with one of the best :)


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