The kids have arrived. At 2pm the speakers boomed into life. 'All counsellors to the lodge, campers incoming!”. Twenty minutes later, three buses pulled up, unleashed a squirming mass of energetic children, and pulled out again into tranquility. Choas ensued. Campers with bags twice as big as them stumbled towards the sign we had drawn up to welcome our group of campers. Staff yelled, campers yelled; the tannoy crackled. Slowly the bags piled up, and the chattering campers converged into their groups. We went down to the cabins, and met the campers we'd be assigned to. They rushed in, and within seconds our beautifully swept and unpacked oasis of calm was turned into a battlefield, with the sort of destruction only possible by a ten year old boy who has been trapped on a bus for
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