Scouts this week we have a special guest leader (= Darrin = the dad who did his best to blow up the whole of reception class and the school principal with coke and mentos earlier on this week at the school science day: should be fun).

Friday you’re going to be cracking clues and on the search for hidden treasure.

We will be outside. Please come dressed for the weather whether the weather’s fine or whether the weather’s not. If the weather’s nasty you might even want to come dressed as a wether. We don’t mind how you dress whatever the weather: whether the weather’s cold or whether you dress as a wether even if the weather’s warm.

Confused? We hope not. The important thing to know is that Scouts is on as normal this Friday: same sheep time (7:45-9:15pm) same sheep channel (village hall).

(Notice how street we all are here?)

PS,

What’s the relevance of the sheep theme this week? “None” is the answer. Sheep are just nice, that’s all. What’s not to like about them? Why shouldn’t they get their moment of glory on our Scout website. Sheep rock! We’ll see you Friday whatever the weather and whether you like wethers or not. It’s nothing to do with sheep. It’s all about treasure. In the meantime, here’s a nice poem to keep you going:

    Whether the weather be fine,
    Or whether the weather be not,
    Whether the weather be cold,
    Or whether the weather be hot,
    We’ll weather the weather,
    Whatever the weather,
    Whether we like it or not.

PPS,

In case it’s not absolutely completely clear, Friday has nothing to do with poems or sheep. It’s about treasure: got it? Here’s another poem to brighten up your day. It reflects on the wonderful sacrifice sheep make to fill our pies. Bless ’em – aren’t they they just lovely?

    At 100 million pies a year
    It’s lucky sheep and cows and deer
    Stick up their hooves and volunteer
    To be inside our pies

    They come on four legs
    Wrapped in leather
    The sheep, the cow, the ram, the wether.
    Hustle, bustle, flock together
    Keen to be in pies

    From countryside to countryside
    One hundred to a truck they ride
    And each one bursts with joy and pride
    To know they’re making pies

    For us it’s just a tasty snack
    They give their legs and bits of back
    They know they’ll never get them back
    They’re proud to be in pies

    Remember what comes wrapped in crust
    Before was wrapped in wool and thus
    Remember them, for they can’t remember us.
    The beasts that fill our pies

    Thank you guys

By Jon Bridges