NCS: Barnswood

In Barnswood, the rain falls on a Thursday.

Early but open.

Week One: arrived very early, the compensation for Manchester traffic was unnecessary. Coaches fulls of YPs didn’t arrive for several hours so we readied the tens. That was reasonably easy. Here was the daunting prospect of disruption caused  bad behaviour by some kids (from Oldham). As it turned out, only 3 boys were sent home this week compared with  dozens previously after online bullying of another lad.

It’s happened again; one of my ex-pupils from QM is one of the Facilitators. I last taught her ICT in 2017; I will look up what she got at home.

The Axe throwing range. The arena does slope right.

Axe Throwing. After shadowing another freelancer, I was assessed and cleared to run my own sessions. We used two sizes; Ravens and Angel axes (there is some doubt about these names, but that what I was told). Anyway, the shaft-handlem axes were harder to hit the target with (I and the wipies found). One of the girls however, missed most of the throws with the angel axes, and heyd had 3×3 throws. Then onto the heavy axes, he hit the first one. She was as amazed as I was! I said, “Somehow, I knew that would happen“. She was so thrilled and relieved after the initial disappointment. That was a fine moment.

There were other lovely kids, especially the girls (who made up 2/3 of the ‘Waves’.

Week two: was easier, perhaps it got used to it. If m step counter is a guide, walking is double my usual. It went from a typical 8,000 to 16 – 19,000. Anyway, I was happy to do the extra evening and overnight shifts. Tuesday totalled 16 hours. Other days were closer to 11h. I’d put this down to girls being more mature than boys at 16 and willing to engage in interesting conversations. They listen better than the boys so they learn quicker in the Activities. I mainly did axe throwing, fire building and orienteering with groups of 14 at a time. I didn’t like Shelter Building as much. Eah session was 1h 30m but that’s too long for Shelter.

Deer Antler Fungus.

Staff were better on week two. Las weeks, there were three who were shirkers. Others felt that they were doing extra to fill the shortfall. Also, I go to know he regulars.

Friday morning mist.

Friday is packup day. The weather was better, it was warmer again. The morning started misty after yesterday’s relentless rain. Rain marred last Thursday too.

NCS, Wave 2: Bibby’s Farm

Warm and storms are promised.

Less walking this week but we’re assigned to work with a single group each. Fortunately, my group are very likable.

Day 2: a Tuesday: walking with the delightful Team 4. They are strong and set a good pace so I took them up Rivington Pike. The pace! They motored along but our timing was unfortunate. The Pike is quite exposed to the thunderstorm that hit the summit. Within a few minutes I got them off the hill.

Tuesday night: I go home – it’s my turn to cook supper. The cohort (Wave 6) had a rough night with heavy downpours associated with passing thunder clouds.

Wednesday (d3) was spent mostly making the camp good after the deluge. Water ran like a stream through the catering marquee (photo). We moved and cleaned tents and dried the kids’ kit. My Group 4 went out climbing.

Thursday (day 4): warm morning with some reduction in the field’s waterlogging. That was all undone in the afternoon. Several thundery showers returned the ground to it’s appalling squelchy state. At least my lovely group said they had a good day out in watersports. I wished I could be with them but useful work needed doing at camp.

The evening saw a few more showers which put me in a dilemma, should I drive home for the night? My own tent was reasonably dry, so I stayed.

Friday: packing up. Overnight, the kiddiewonks (Wipies) were moved to the barn to sleep. They were, however, cold. Many have awfully thin sleeping bags, some marked as one-season. Pretty much, no insulation then.
The coaches arrived early to take them home, and started boarding at 11am. My lovely group were on the 3rd coach and each came over for a parting hug (and handshakes from the lads)! That made my day.