John, that reminds me of a previous life wherein I was part of something called The Highball Scheme which took kids from the inner city areas of Birmingham (Highgate and Balsall Heath) out into the nearby countryside for camping weekends. The group mood flitted, time after time, like a kineograph from studied boredom through real fear (Wossat?" "It's just an owl." "I know miss, but oo's 'owlin'?) to giddy joy and homeward singing in the minibus.
Those were the days - and probably the basis of my entry...
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