The Four Show Blog

Hi there everybody! It is so great to see that the blog has finally become a reality! Hope half term has been great for everyone; I know mine has. It has been really tiring, but amazing (so far). I’ll tell you why…

I know it’s only Tuesday but from Friday through to yesterday afternoon, I was up at Powburn for a trip with scouts. I had a great time! The idea was that you went and there was loads of activities on. You had to do as many of them as possible. There was loads of stuff on. Saturday. The first thing I went on was the climbing wall. Pretty obvious what that one is. Then I went on the bungee run; a big inflatable where you have to get as far as you can whilst strapped into a bungee rope; harder than I thought. I did loads more stuff after that like a rodeo bull, you know those things you sit on and they move about? Mainly in America but I did it! In the afternoon I did zorbing. You get strapped into this big inflatable ball then rolled down a hill. Then push it back up. It was so much fun! Like being inside a giant balloon. I queued up for an hour and a half for one turn. ONE TURN! It was worth it though. The pushing up was the worst bit because there was animal leavings everywhere and there was no shoes in the zorb so they had to be left at the top. My socks were soaking and I had to dodge all the little piles of animal pats.

What was probably the most amazing thing about Saturday was who came for a visit. Bear Grylls! I heard about it in the morning. My friends denied it and said it would be a look-alike. I was told he would fly in by helicopter. I believe anything I want to believe, so I believed it. I got ahold of a pen and paper and sure enough, at nine AM (ish) a helicopter flew over. I ran over like everyone else, leaping over tent pegs along the way and I waited where the helicopter landed. He got away from the helicopter and had to pass through the huge swarms of people wanting autographs, high fives and other exclusive things. I never got anything! I was too polite to ask for an autograph so I settled for a high five instead. I never even got one! He failed to acknowledge me. I even shouted: “Mr Grylls!” I remember thinking; What?! Why did I say that?! But I did. I was quite happy because I got within three feet of him. He didn’t acknowledge me though! I can understand. With all of those people flocking around him he was probably annoyed. People forget celebrities are real people with feelings. He had three security guards around him clearing a path for him. He was different to the person on TV. He seemed (he wasn’t but it seemed that he was) more vulnerable, he wasn’t saying anything. Everybody was mobbing him. I can understand his failure to acknowledge me; I’m just a person to him; not everybody can get a high five! He had viagra other camps like mine to visit in two days; that’s twenty hours being mobbed by hyperactive sugar fuelled children and unusually enthusiastic adolescents. So I understand.

I went on more things in the afternoon and then settled down for some tea and a bad nights sleep. I woke up the next morning with every muscle and bone in my body aching. When I was ready I did canoeing then went on the quad bikes, for which the queue was so long that I only just made it to lunch. Then I went on grass sledging, and more stuff I can’t remember then made some rope. Then I went back for tea and sleep.

Final day, I woke up, feeling absolutely awful. I had breakfast and then went to do more activities. First thing was shooting an airgun at a target. I got all of my hits on the target which I was very surprised by. After that I went to make something then went on the archery. Then I did some mountain boarding, which I was much better at than I expected. Then I fell off. My hand went into a prickly thorn thing. I pulled a prickle from my nail… then realised that my knee was in a sheep turd. I sprang up. Luckily, most of it was on the knee pad but I had to take it off. Being very careful not to touch any of the stuff, I slid it off, took the other knee pad and the elbow and wrist pads off then the helmet. There was one good thing to come out of that fall. I found a quid! I hadn’t brought any money at all, in comparison to my friends who had brought twenty pound notes and were buying special neckers, badges and sweets. I was probably, in a way lucky to bring no money because money burns a hole in my pocket. I would have bought a whole load of stuff I’d never use and eventually chuck it in the bin. But, all the same I ran to the shop, past the beef jerkey and then found a woggle (what holds your necker in position) and bought that. I ran back to camp (it was lunchtime as we were leaving at three so only had the morning rather than the whole day for activities) where my friend pointed out that it was a woggle for a jamboree in two thousand and seven. I hadn’t even joined scouts in two thousand and seven! It was the only thing I found for a pound so I bought it without thinking. Oh dear! Still, a great few days all the same!