We’ve had a packed few months and a fantastic programme to come.  So what have we been up to:-
Camp at Walesby
This was a fun packed weekend with activities from start to finish.  The cubs prepared a stew cooked in a foil bag on an open fire, which, to the surprise of all, tasted lovely and left us wanting more.  On day one we walked, what seemed like forever, down to the lake to take part in raft building which finished with all the raft racing over the lake, very wet, very cold, but hilarious.  On the Sunday we had a go at archery and crate building.  
Waddington
Why does it always rain when we go to Waddington!  It didn’t rain all day and certainly didn’t spoil things, we had a wonderful time.  The planes were incredible and we were very privileged to watch the famous Vulcan take to the air, a memorable sight.  Best memories for me - the war memorial flight with the Lancaster bomber, the spitfire and the hurricane and - the extortionate price of the beef burgers!

Other activities included tent pitching, athletics badge, knotting, wide games and much more.
Dates for your diary:-
Scarborough - Fri 10th to 12th October, 2008
Water Safety & Life guarding skills     - Fri 17th October - Sherwood Baths, 8pm
Wide Game possibly at Robin Hood Camp Site - Wed 22nd Oct - All cubs to bring a coat
Trip to Newark Air Museum - 15th November, 2008
17th December, 2008 - Beetle Drive - all welcome to raise money for the pack

And to finish - the new our cubs have been waiting for - the winner of our poetry challenge.  The cubs had 15 mins to write a poem about cubs.  We thought we would announce the winner in this newsletter:-
So well done to Ben Ryder and Kyle Braid Waring with this work of art, sort of!

The Cub Poem
Cub’s, my uncle calls them scrubs
We love cubs even though Tony batters us 24 -7
Balou, balou can you clean my shoe
Kaa said she’ll chuck us in the shed and leave us till were dead
Oh well, there goes the fire bell
The kitchens on fire
Lets go to a disco hire.

If I’ve learnt anything over the last few years about cubs is that you never know what’s going on in their heads and judging by this poem, neither do they!