Apparently, I moved so quickly on the abseiling tower that I was just a blur.

Quite clearly, helmets and I are not a good combination.

It's been another busy day.  Your children have been playing with knives and starting fires.  They're all hoping Santa will bring them whittling kits and flints for making sparks for their stockings this year.    Last year we struggled to set fire to our cotton wool.  This year, nearly every child was successful in creating fire.  I don't know what that says about your children.  Survivor was a very popular activity although I'm not convinced I'd want this lot looking after me when the world goes to rack and ruin as they all want to drink from puddles and feast on barbecued squirrels.

Everybody screamed on Giant Swing and then complained that they couldn't feel their legs.  It's great fun.

Mrs Harrison's group engaged with the team problem-solving activities after lunch.  Some of Hurstbourne Tarrant's finest minds are in that group.  However, too many cooks spoil the broth and too many children shouting different solutions has the PGL instructor in stitches.  He was quoted saying that it was one of the funniest sessions that he had ever experienced.  Everybody wanted to talk but nobody wanted to listen.  

After our evening meal, we had a kick-about on the Astro turf and the children are currently running around the site participating in a competition called Passport to the world.  It's a bit like orienteering in the dark combined with the oddest pub quiz you could possibly imagine.

I'll gauge how tired the children are when they return but I do like to finish the evenings with a silly ghost story.