Four sleeps to go until Dublin and then on to the US of A. There's one fifty three year old here with a severe case of wanderlust who's nearly as excited as she was when Father Christmas was coming to visit as a child.
I'm picking Louis up from the Devon Scout Jamboree on the way to the airport. The original plan was to fetch him a day earlier on Saturday night so that he could have a good night's sleep in a proper bed before heading off on our travel adventure. Then he changed his mind and decided to stay on until the last day. Obviously the thought that he might miss out on something was too much to bear. I can understand that.
Louis has been in Scouts since he joined the Beavers at the age of six. He's not a massive badge doer but sees it as a great excuse for socialising. After all he has inherited his mother's propensity to have a party in a paper bag. He's an old hand at camps and has been going since he was a Cub Scout. The recollection that the same bar of soap, a Yellowstone bear shaped one, came home two years running was on my mind when I made email contact with his Explorer Scout Leader the other day. I told him that I'd be collecting Lou at 9am on Sunday to get to the airport for check-in. I shared my hope that, as I hadn't paid for seat reservations, Lou would be seated elsewhere on the plane as I understood that washing wasn't allowed at Scout camp. The Scoutmaster replied that, contrary to popular belief, there were showers and washing faciilities and he would try to have him ready and not too unsavoury!
The Second Martha Stewart is also doing her best to make sure that personal hygiene is maintained. After all she is the mother of an ex-Scout herself who also has memories of the tide marks that a child that has lived in the open and gone unwashed for a week She posted this picture on his Facebook timeline with this warning.
Look what awaits you in NYC. But you MUST have a shower before you leave the Jamboree! Otherwise no Reese’s!
It might just work!