Hijacker Training Camp Part 4
DAY 03 in the Hijacker Camp
Day three had a more relaxed beginning with the Hijackers not appearing out of their tents until 11am. Aneeta came up trumps again with a fine breakfast, and we decided upon the days activities.
To wake everyone up fully, we decided to start off with some relaxing sword fighting. Apparently the rest of the campsite had already started referring to us as the pirates, due to our skull and crossbones flag. We decided to cement our reputation with sabre fighting, pipe smoking and drink. Soon the rattle of swords could be heard across the valley, as we clashed with each other.
Next we decided upon a wide game. Manhunt was chosen and the players camouflaged themselves again. Charging off into the undergrowth and diving between rotten trees and mud we ran for our lives. Ladybird and Greenman started off the chase and made little work of several hijackers, with others remaining lost deep in the woods. A quick change of the rules, and we drew up some boundaries, then suddenly the balance of the game changed. Before long we all found ourselves sitting around the fire and out of breath. Time for a little lounging around and music. Our in house band lead by Agent Stargrave knocked out some odd hits as we smoked our pipes, and sipped whisky.
We decided upon a less rigourous game to wind up before dinner, and so with the musical accompaniment of Minstrel Stargrave we dived around to a game of French Cricket. Lo and behold, without even realising it at first, we gave birth to our first Hijacker song:
“GO ANEETA GO, PLAY SOME CRICKET SONS OF BITCHES, GO ANEETA GO, GO GOOOO!”
I am sure Mozart is turning in his grave with jealousy!
After all this activity it was time for a last supper before heading back to the smoke. Unfortunately packing up camp is never as much fun as setting it up, and it took us ages to get the site clean. Add onto this the 20 minute uphill walk through the woods to the nearest road, and we were shattered by the time we reached the station.
However we all arrived back in London safely, with tired legs and dirt in our hair. Ready to take on the government, and other rotters with renewed vigour.