Beavers in the Forest

No.... not the real kind, the baby Cub-Scout kind who, at 6-8 years old are not old enough to join the Cubs. Dad has volunteered to lead a walk round Challock Forest for the local Beavers. He tells them about the fallow deer, but doesn't expect to see any what with 30 screaming kiddies charging about the place. Amazingly, they do!

The kids come well shepherded, not only by the chief-Beavers, who have myth and legend names like "Neptune", but also by numerous Mums and Dads, who are also curious to get a nice walk in the forest. It's a lovely sunny evening, so they do the "bluebell walk" route. It's about and hour and a half, which is OK for most of the Beavers, but there are a few little sisters and brothers who struggle, and Dad ends up bring one little 4 year old Aaron home on his shoulders.

We thought we might go along, but Dad has visions of telling 30 children to stay put while he chases "us" (think he means me) back from some deer pursuit. So we get walked first, fed and parked, while he goes off. Mean, we say.

Deefer