Scouts, Scouts Everywhere
So, by the way, this past couple of weeks my town was one of the nearest islands of civilisation to the 21st World Scout Jamboree, with the peculiar result that you couldn't take five paces without tripping over a scout from some far flung corner of the globe. There was a busload of Finnish scouts parked at Tesco, scouts chattering in Spanish outside MacDonalds, and a scout leader berating his charges in Arabic outside W.H. Smith. Every other person on the high street seemed to be wearing that scarf/handkerchief thing that marked them out as slightly more proficient at camp craft than the average person, even that group of women in saris walking past Argos. And look: more Finnish scouts wandering around the market!
It seems to finally be over now, so I guess we'll have to go back to talking about the weather. Perhaps it will start raining scouts?