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GROUP 2

LEADER: ANDY TOGS
SCOUTS: DANIEL FIDLER
                MATTHEW ROGERS
                ADAM OLLIER
                PAUL DUCKWORTH

Dear reader, waiting for you is a tale that will blow your mind. a tale of danger, revolution and poor navigation.enjoy. 
The sun shone, the wind breezed and the delights of snowdonia waited high above for the Goonies (as I so fondly call them) and myself.We left the car park five minutes after pie faces group and followed relatively straight forwardly up to the lakeside rendez-vous. This wasn't without incident.On numerous occassions I was called upon to justify the carrying of lightweight rucksacks and was often the only one who wanted to walk. The goonies had already developed a phobia towards carrying map in cases, and the very frequent stoppages meant I was in for a long day. 
The scouts played in the lake while waiting for group 3 although I forbid any swimming - they still competed for the title of "who can keep their head in the freezing water longest".  I've forgotten who won. Then they greeted the other group with jeers and insults for we knew where they'd been. I told them it could happen to us but that didn't stop them. Adam Ollier couldn't cross the stream with a rucksack on but this wasn't the only thing slowing us down. On the ascent to the miners track there came many small revolts and whinges so much that I was the only one walking - the rest (so called cobden scouts) wanted to go home. It was the lowest point of the day.never have I been more disheartened and with regret I stopped encouraging them and told them they could do what they liked for I couldn't care no more. After several minutes and a short discussion the team decided they wanted to walk. Fidler admirably took the helm and results were instantaneous.  All went well up to honey and jam sandwiches at the cantilever, but why the scouts got their torches out in the fog remains a mystery? 
After lunch it was downhill all the way - literally. From the outset even with compass bearings it all went wrong. We never found the path off but used the compass until lead onto a steep rocky scree face. I obviously took control in the fog but it was no use - the scouts still thought they were going to die.Myself, I have experience of being on a steep slope but these boys began to get shook up   ..We're all going to die....this is serious......(the infamous)Blow the   whistle. cheers for the vote of confidence lads. 
Fido decided to take a dump, ducky ensured no one would follow the path even if we knew where it was by kicking over a cairn and I thought "We'll head for the ridge and find the path". On the way up amid cries of "we're lost aren't we?" the clouds parted and we identified a reservoir below. It was 3.45pm, visibility was terrible, the group lacked morale and sadly the decision was taken to make our way down.(Glyder Fach - I'll be back) (to get lost again? - Ed)
Steep, wet descent followed, but we eventually reached a road for   5.30 ish. We phoned to base (steve) our coordinates and asked for a lift. Fido tried hitch hiking, Ducky got changed by the roadside, Scouser probably whinged and Ollier made a mess. 
got picked up at 6.30 by the minibus - Fido forgot his new coat   (duh!)and the days stories were swapped.

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