The challenges began on Saturday, we were put through our paces with a huge range of tasks. Volleyball became particularly competitive and three-legged football resulted in me spending most of the time crawling around on all fours, trying not to be trampled. Our schedule was jam-packed, we were challenged physically and mentally whilst being marked by assessors on our teamwork, communication skills etc. Hands sore from a particularly aggressive defeat in a war of tug, we returned tired but smiling to our camp for lunch. A classic Japanese dish of noodles was on the menu, but after 30 minutes with us the noodles resembled something quite different from anything fit for human consumption!
In the evening, we all came together for one of the best campfires I've seen. Old classics, joined with some very modern and relevant sketches made it a very entertaining evening. I am glad to report that all were done tastefully and within the realms of appropriateness, I suspect this might be because the assessors were still marking us. 'We like traffic lights' seemed to become the anthem of the camp, although it did become rather grating when renditions were still ringing out late into the night and the next day.
In what felt like a graduation ceremony, we ended the weekend by throwing our numbered vests in the air, liberated of the confounds of just digits. Cries of "I am a person, not a number" rang out. Looking back, it refreshed my passion for what Scouting is about. To see so many of us work together so well and form new friendships was, I feel, a tribute to the quality of young people in Oxfordshire. It was one of the best camps I've been on, if I was successful in being selected or not!