On changeover day the kids got packed up quite quickly and left shortly after breakfast. The leaders that were staying around got given the changeover jobs. I had to service the boys lines, then mend a few broken beds.

There were quite a few of us wanting to go swimming, so we took a couple of cars and headed for splash in Sheringham. Expensive, but fun. I managed 6.67 seconds down the flume (apparently 6.25 seconds is the record).

We stopped off just outside East Runton at the Village Inn and had some food and drink. The food was good, but the servings were not massive. The higlight of the meal was playing with some wasps, and putting 3 wasps in a small drinking glass.

Heading back to the campsite I met my parents who had brought my younger brother to camp. I sent them to the beach for a couple of hours because they had come early.

We got our duties for the afternoon, and I was on showing people to their tents again.

This week I was moved up a village to the oldest boys, but was still a village leader. Andy Pandy was still in my village, but the other leader was a new guy called David, although he didn’t actually arrive until sunday because he was in Romania.

The kids in my tent were not the oldest kids on the field, but I think they would benefit from being on teens rather than on warriors. They were not naughty kids, but had to be constantly nagged to get to do anything which was quite tireing.

I was on the beach duty again, which meant that I had to go down to the beach every day, but talked to the lifeguard and got a few others on the job so I could go every other day. Anna and Abby were the ones who relieved me and Jon.

At the beginning of the week I was feeling really tired, and so I went to bed early a few times.

The week went by very fast, and the end of the week arrived quickly. During the week we had lots of fun on the bouncy castles, slide of doom and other wet and wide games.

Saturday came quickly, and despite looking forward to home comforts, I really dislike saying goodbye to people. It had to be done as my train left at 11am. Me and my brother got a lift to Cromer train station with Jo and then went shopping for some food for the journey.

6 hours later after, changing at Norwich we arrived at Manchester Picadilly and got a lift home with my dad. I was very tired, and also aware that I had a lot to do once I got home.

Sleep would have been nice, but I had much to do once I was home, and got to bed quite late.

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