Every Friday night Alfie goes to Sea Scouts. And he’s very enthusiastic about it especially when he found out that his birthday is on the same day as Lord Baden-Powell’s and because Bear Grylls is his absolute hero and worldwide, he is the head of Scouts.
My dogs are also Scout enthusiasts because Sea Scouts is situated in an unleashed dog park so they’re able to come along and romp about (as best as old girls can) and sniff trails and dig sand and roll about having their tummies scratched by a bunch of young Cubs, all while enjoying a great time of freedom.
On the last Friday of Term III there was a mini-celebration scheduled to farewell the Cubs off to their two-weeks of school holidays. Parents were invited and I thought Carl might like to go along and that suited me because I was thinking a couple of hours of peace and quiet would be rather wonderful.
But Carl thought it would be so much better if I didn’t have that couple of hours to myself and instead came and enjoyed a night of Cubs.
When I arrived I did a quick reccie and noticed I was the only mother in attendance. The husbands of the mothers had clearly allowed them the night off.
It wasn’t a particularly warm night but the boys didn’t seem to notice. They put on their special shoes to avoid their feet being shredded by oysters and went out into the water in canoes and kayaks.
Meanwhile one of the dads was busy getting a fire going to bar-be-cue some sausages (snags). I had a quick look at what he was up to and noticed he had bought kangaroo sausages. Not my first choice and something I felt I wouldn’t mention to the boys.
Another dad was building a big bonfire on the sand. He dug a pit while the boys gathered firewood and then it was lit and we all stood around warming ourselves (although I was the only one who was cold. Why don’t men feel the cold?)
While I was warming myself I was sipping on a white wine while a few beers were passed around and the sun was beginning to set and I was looking out to the water and seeing the boys having the time of their lives, totally loving the adventure of being out on the water with all parents back on the shore, and then I looked further across the stretch of water where I could see the city skyline. As I sipped my wine it occurred to me how privileged I am to live in such a beautiful part of the world where we can enjoy a bonfire on the beach and a bar-be-cue in the sand for a sausage sizzle and have my girls with me sniffing for possums and bandicoots while looking across the water to one of the world’s best known city skylines.
At that moment I was pleased I had made the effort to join the cubs instead of savouring peace and quiet from my position on the couch.
Just before darkness descended, the boys came out of the water and I helped serve them a sausage in a slice of bread with some sauce (lots of sauce) and a wee bit of coleslaw. They had their dinner while standing around the bonfire chatting ceaselessly about what they would be doing in the holidays, helping throw more wood on the fire then sigh with regret that it was now time to head for home.
In Sydney we’re now on Daylight Saving time so our evenings are longer and I’m looking forward to this next Term at Sea Scouts and seeing how I might be able to become involved – I think I’d like to take over the cooking!
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