Gyro wrote:Heres a vote of thanks to all those older blokes (Scouters) who contributed so much of their own time and effort to put our feet on the right paths/tracks (and off them sometimes too).
yep, we had a bloke called Harold Willingham as our senior scout leader for the 1st Camperdown!(don't know if there was ever a 2nd or 3rd) He was a great bloke. ex digger. He drove a mini panel van, and would take a stack of us camping on weekends down to the Otways in Victoria. (how many kids can you squeeze into a mini station wagon? As many who are going on the trip!)
Still get a laugh thinking of his nobbly knees in the scout shorts.
He would always take a couple of long neck beers to sip on at night (definitely not PC now) Someone would have knocked off one or two from their old man and so we would all sit around and have a quiet beer too...... no esky, no refrigeration, just "chilled' in the river.
In those days the scouts made their money by doing bottle runs and would collect almost a semitrailer load of empty long necks over the year. There was a huge area at the back of the scout hall stacked with empties - probably not PC now but was recycling in the 60's!!!