Spotlight-Year 7 camp
Silent and quiet we clambered into the ‘forbidden forest’. Full of parents lurking in the shadows in wait for their prey. No guilt the felt when someone would amble into into their trap. Stealthily navigating the steep slope, we scampered through squelching mud on our mud plastered hands and aching knees. Thorns and prickle bushes scattered all over the place. Clouds blocked the moon making it impossible to see.
It was a race to the summit.
Scrambling through long rough grass and prickles torches flashed and flickered.
Moving forward inch by inch on the look out. Each forward ward movement gaining ground. Slickly slinking up the steep incline. Keeping close to the ground the smell of pine and damp wood wafted about.
Making a quick decision I sprinted for cover behind some bushes.
The top was in sight determination flooded through me. Safety did not matter, getting to the top did. I’m nearly there, my mind focused on only one thing, nothing is going to stop me.
I’m there my hand reaches out and touches the cool hard wooden platform.
Relief floods me as I collapse to the ground.
A chant echoes around the forest as the game comes to an end The last few stragglers waddles up to the top. Clutching my white badge like my life depended on it we were allowed to wander back down to safe ground. Exhaustion finally caught up with the rest of my body. The parents were no longer wanting prey, they did serve us hot milo and some baking which was delicious. The treacherous game was over.
Hannah
Silent and quiet we clambered into the ‘forbidden forest’. Full of parents lurking in the shadows in wait for their prey. No guilt the felt when someone would amble into into their trap. Stealthily navigating the steep slope, we scampered through squelching mud on our mud plastered hands and aching knees. Thorns and prickle bushes scattered all over the place. Clouds blocked the moon making it impossible to see.
It was a race to the summit.
Scrambling through long rough grass and prickles torches flashed and flickered.
Moving forward inch by inch on the look out. Each forward ward movement gaining ground. Slickly slinking up the steep incline. Keeping close to the ground the smell of pine and damp wood wafted about.
Making a quick decision I sprinted for cover behind some bushes.
The top was in sight determination flooded through me. Safety did not matter, getting to the top did. I’m nearly there, my mind focused on only one thing, nothing is going to stop me.
I’m there my hand reaches out and touches the cool hard wooden platform.
Relief floods me as I collapse to the ground.
A chant echoes around the forest as the game comes to an end The last few stragglers waddles up to the top. Clutching my white badge like my life depended on it we were allowed to wander back down to safe ground. Exhaustion finally caught up with the rest of my body. The parents were no longer wanting prey, they did serve us hot milo and some baking which was delicious. The treacherous game was over.
Hannah