Regatta in beautiful weather.
And the dark that follows.
It’s a beautiful day, so different from the rain of the last few days.
A perfect mill pond, useless for sailing.
Beautiful but eventful, you can tell it’s the end of camp because people are starting to kick off.
An evening introduction to a game has also given me an understanding as to why my friend would get stressed and not be able to play, and everyone else wouldn’t understand – it’s a colour blind thing.
She’d never been to Brownsea, we needed a lovely day to see it at its best.
And I saw a real life red squirrel…
People say they don’t vote because one person doesn’t make a difference.
If that one person hadn’t done what he did… He made a difference to millions of girls and boys all around the world, most of whom he never met.
It just had to be done☺️
Digging and rolling and running…