Beaver Scout Campfire

What memories, led a campfire this afternoon for 70+ Beaver Scouts, started by singing Happy Birthday to Gracie, 7 today. I told everyone she was 127!
We did favourites like

• Worms,
• Heads Shoulders Knees & Toes,
  
• Alice the Camel,
• Singing in the rain
  
• and told the story Cecil the Caterpillar.

Door with no outside handle

I thought I was getting sketchers block, but last night I sat and drew this picture at the local watering hole.

A key verse for me when I accepted Christ in my life and christianity as my faith, Jesus would only come in if I openned the door and invited him in.

Old Boots

To fit with my new theme of losin' a few inches off my waist,
these boots were made for walkin'!

Leaf

Though I took my sketchpad with me, my walk through the park was more of a Fat Burning exercise than pausing to sketch time.
Wondering what to sketch for todays blog, this is what appeared.
For some reason I dated it 3rd, somehow I lost 2 days as I really sketched on the 5th!

St Andrew's, Oakington

The last bus to get to the monthly healing service or celebration at Oakington each month get's me there with time to spare. I always go, hoping someone will give me a lift home.
Sketch book in hand I spent a short time doodling this flint stone Parish Church from amongst the grave stones . After 10 minutes rain drove me indoors.
It was good to hear Liesl testifying to her delivery from drugs and illness as she urged us to take on board the simplicity of our task as disciples of Christ to spread the gospel message.

Loud SCREAMING, but no SPLASH

The final punting session of the season, Fiona decided to take the pole. However with a bit of a breeze we were blown off course into a lowhanging tree. My gentle relaxation was disturbed by screams and outrageous laughter behind my head.

We did amazingly recover from this situation, bringing the punt back beneath Fiona, so no sodden passengers on the trip home.