I was honoured to be asked, as a recent Queen’s Scout Award recipient, to read at a service held to commemorate the start of the First World War. It was a real privilege but, more than that, it was enormously humbling. I’m very grateful for having been asked to participate.
Anyone who knows me really well will know this: I’m not an overtly proud person. Yes, a picture of my enormous head sits at the top of my blog, and yes I occasionally over-hype my latest web content. But when my tongue is not buried deep within my cheek, I hate shouting about my ‘achievements’.
Today, though, I “can be rightly proud” of what I have earned: the Queen’s Scout Award.
Andrew Burdett joins his Explorer Scout Unit for an evening at Reading Climbing Centre, scaling the impressive 14-metre high wall.
‘All good things must come to an end.’ And, thus, it is only right and fair that this extraordinarily good summer has drawn to a close. Today, on this final day of August, I’m...
Starting tomorrow (Saturday 17), I’ll be bringing a daily post with text and brilliant photography, recounting the events of exactly two weeks previous. Trust me: you don’t want to miss a single one of these.
After a huge amount of consideration, it’s with regret that I’ve decided not to go to Aragon with Berkshire Scouts – as I’d been planning to since the autumn of last year – for the...
For me, it’s the last day of the camp, and I’m excited about going home and repacking for the Berkshire Scouts Aragon expedition. But I also develop a sense of poignancy about leaving the place I’d had so much fun.
As I wake for my penultimate morning on the camp, I’m excited about the assault course activity planned. But after an accident at the end of the session, the rest of the day is forced to take a very different shape to the one on the schedule, as I’m rushed to A&E. Luckily, once discharged, I’m able to join the rest of the unit in a sunny Ilfracombe.