I am a mosquito farm. I'm thinking about ad-hoc constructing a mosquito trap. Imagine a UV lamp hanging over a balloon filled with blood laced with a deadly poison, then imagine me sitting to one side with a cocktail and a panama hat laughing my arse off.
While we're in the business of imagining, I invite you to imagine the camp. On the western side of the camp is a big freshwater lake and on every other side are trees. Lots of them. Pine and birch for the most part. At the southern end of the camp in a very tall tree is a family of bald eagles. I've been trying to catch one diving into the water with my phone but no such luck yet. The buildings are all twenties style timber cabins, painted white with green roofs. The place does have quite a bit in common with the Adams Family Values vision of the American Summer Camp, only there's a little less overt 'camp'ness about the place.
Inside there are plaques and photos on every wall, from the twenties to present. The place oozes tradition and history. One of my jobs for the summer is to make a plaque for the games weeks/competitions. I've already decided what I want to do. More on that at a later date.
(The morning trumpet has just sounded. I'm trying to bite my fist lest I make a cynical remark).
As it turns out I've bitten off a bit more than I can chew. Unofficially I'm programme director for the arts and crafts section and there's only one other person doing it with me. Eeek.
2 comments:
Wow, good luck with the arts and crafts. That'll be quite the learning curve!
Love the sound of this place. It does bring fond memories of my own camping experiences, although I'm sure even Llyn Tegid itself doesn't quite meet the scale of this place.
YOU CAN DO IT!!!
Love the description of the palce - can't believe it's been around since the 20s! That's really cool! And the same building too! You've jsut missed a brilliant Doctor Who two-parter, by the way! :-)
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