Good morning from a VERY awake camp!
The first signs of life were 5 something this morning and a very polite Mrs Startup pointed out the time and all went quiet again. Not for long though - we just made it past 6am before the crowds started bubbling and, before we knew it, the whole of the local area was awoken to the sounds of, what were going to call, the 'Chilthorne call'!
Mrs Chesterton has the pleasure of a bed positioned against the wall of a boys bathroom and has overheard this one sided conversation earlier which has made her chuckle:
'I forgot my flannel'
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'Can someone please get my fannel?'
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'The thing you put bubbles on!'
At least they're showering without being asked, that's a bonus in our books!
