Yesterday we (me and William) went on a Cubs hike in a country-side woody place, with all the other Cubs in our Cubs group and the leaders. One of our leaders said that if we had wellies or we were told that we could go in whatever we liked, we were allowed to go in the stream. When we were told we could, I assumed it was a nice rain-water lake-thing where we could splash around a bit and then the leaders and Cubs that weren’t in would be waiting for us or walking maybe half a mile ahead so that we could catch up. But no, it was a murky, disgusting river where there was sudden deep bits and logs you had to climb over and twigs that sratched at your hair and your new coat, and then your water bottle (or you) would fall in it. This time, it was my water bottle, so I couldn’t drink anything until I got home. Luckily, my coat didn’t get torn, my hair ripped and only one little boy fell in completely, face-first. It must have been horrible – I only knew that he had fallen in as his nose was dripping (I’m not kidding) and his eyes looked, sadly, as though he had fallen in mud. Poor him!
After the stream, we all walked along with all the leaders and squelching Cubs (we all got water in our wellies). Everyone thought that one little boy got lost in the stream, and it was rather quite scary, but it turned out he had got out of the wood with his friends ages ago and found the leaders while we were still looking for them, so they were waiting a long time, and when we found them we were really quite pleased.
At the end we were left five minutes to climb some mountains. Me and William aimed for the same one. The glossy hills were quite pretty from below, and the beautiful white rocks that shimmered in parts of the mountains, but once you were half-way up, you would be so tired that you felt like smashing the shimmering white rocks, picking all the glossy grass until it was black rock, and then killing your legs until all there was was a helpless, legless person and pile of ashes by the stubs of their legs. But when you were going down it was glory, the passing hills that went away next to you like trespassers, the steep grass beneath your feet…
Anyway, I better be off.