It’s not very often that pole dancing is an organised activity on a Scout Camp (unless it’s the Sun Run). Today saw a first for one of the more sensible leaders (Michelle). Having scaled the lager pole, she found Osama waiting on top in a very figure hugging harnesss. Once Michelle had found her feet, she stood up and then the dancing started. Well, I thought that she was dancing, until it was pointed out that it was in fact fear that was making her “shake her thang”. Oh well we cant have everything!