Day 14 was a glorious day for all! The whole gang went in pursuit of whales (and I don’t mean watching the people in the Sooke McDonalds). The troop were split into smaller sections to fit on each boat. As a Swift, I can only comment on our journey in the boat. Unfortunately, the trip resembled that of the Titanic. However, aided by the fairly hilarious Paul Greenhalgh, the trip wasn’t too bad.
We stopped off afterwards on Sidney Spit for a last bit of swimming in the sea. To help the ferry man with numbers we departed on an early ferry back to Sidney. Greeted by the rather smug James Preston and dedicated camp-vest-top-wearer, James Stevens.
It is with tremendous gratitude, that I thank everybody for all their efforts on camp. I don’t really have anything more to say other than the McDonalds that Preston and I ate whilst others fought for their lives on the beaches was rather excellent.
With Love, Peace and Clarity
Lord Swayzeman Stevens, ex communist dictator of Swifts xx