Friday, 5 July 2013


Iain and I took Ishie and Alastair on a wee hike to our local woods.  Iain regularly walks in this area and had checked out a place where we could build a fire.

Iain is a Master Firebuilder; I am hopeless... always have been.  In no time we had gathered wood and he got a very small fire going. 

Both Iain and I have happy memories of making campfires in our youth.  It has been years since we have done this so it was great fun to get out and show the kids the ropes, so to speak.

We told Alastair on our walk into the woods that we were going to have to look for sticks so we could whittle them for toasting hot dogs and marshmallows.  "What does whittle mean?" says Alastair. It made us feel really old!  That's me whittling a toasting stick.

Heaven is a hot dog from the campfire! The only thing missing was French's Mustard (the American stuff).  And next time we agreed we must bring a billy pail for a brew up.

I took along chocolate covered digestive biscuits, Hob-Nobs actually, but the kids were not interested.  (It is a Girl Guide thing to sandwich a toasted marshmallow between 2 chocolate biscuits.)

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