Field of Dreams? Quite possibly. Camp, otherwise known as Mid Wessex Christian Camps located in the heart of the New Forest which I have now been attending for 10 years, and it’s as incredible as it was a decade ago. After a long drive home yesterday and a stupidly long, and warm, sleep I am now ready to write about it.
Not having a set role at Camp this year (I normally lead a tent for children aged anywhere between 9 and 15) I was pretty apprehensive about my week away. I didn’t want to be a ‘Floater’ and I was so scared I nearly didn’t go. As soon as I got there though, all my fears were put to bed. My title was a ‘Hostess’, I did everything from organising mini bus logistics, to cooking, to cleaning out toilets to being in the worship band. It was incredible. I was busy every moment of every day and I absolutely loved it. It was so amazing being involved in the practical side after 10 years and appreciating Camp for what it is and how it runs, and I’m so proud I could be a part of that.
One of the best bits of my week was running a Forest Adventure/Challenge … all by myself J Normally, the 60 campers and 30 odd leaders trek it to the heart of the forest to be greeted by an authoritative looking, muscle bound, manly early 20 year old guy. This time, they had me. Armed with my Army rucksack and walking boots, I hiked into a clearing surrounded my horses, cows and even dogs (those of you who know me well will know what a big feat this was for me) to set up my Challenge. Walky Talky in toe complete with code names (This is Caffeine, Roger that, over and out), 8 groups of people successfully completed my challenge, and enjoyed it! It was so nice abolishing the standard and breaking through with the unconventional. Girls can do it too!
The Camp Fire is always a special one. Ever since I can remember it has been full of tears, testimonies and love. There is something just so intimate and personal about sitting in front of a blazing fire in the dark with people you know and love, and feeling comfortable enough to share how you are, how you’re feeling. Complete with songs, shakes and sermons the Camp Fire has been and will always be my favourite evening of the week to be both respected and appreciated together.
Line Dancing was pretty incredible. Quite possibly the most hardcore workout I’ve had all summer, dancing and jumping about like a lunatic! So much fun. As every evening did, it led to 15 odd leaders sitting around laughing until we couldn’t breathe. I will miss those people the most. I could go into every event that happened in so much detail but to be perfectly honest I don’t have the energy, and have well and truly exhausted my caffeine supply for 2010. Camp is always wonderful, as was this year. I feel so much happier in myself and in Christ, I have rediscovered my love for jeans and I have fallen realised the beauty of caravans. I have reconnected with old friends and made some amazing new ones. I’m loving summer and that Field of Dreams was no exception.