We were four Cub scout leaders who went to the Swedish Scout Federations own seat of learning for a weekend of inspiration. The "Akelas", Marie and myself, Eva and our young assistant leader Rasmus. We were picked up in a minibus, by our district comissioner. It was a long ride (500 km) and we picked up a few people on the way. It was late and dark when we arrived at Kjesäters Folkhögskola, but we managed to come in time for the evening sandwich and tea.
We checked in and got allocated matresses in the Stables, the school's arts studios. While us ladies felt slightly tired after the long journey, Rasmus got adopted into a group of keen Geocacheing people, who went out into the dark, slightly wet and cold winter night to try and find "treasure". They came back a couple of hours later, about 1 in the morning, all enthusiastic and glowing. One would have thought that they'd managed to shoot a deer or something!
We got a little bit of a taste for the Geocaching phenomena in the morning, when Links took us on a little hunt before breakfast, as he had located a cache very close to our quaters. And it was great fun, looking around for what turned out to be a Tuppaware box containing little trinklets and a "guestbook" where all of us from Falkenberg signed our name. We also added a card with the adress and phone number for our local book shop. Who knows, it might come in handy for someone.
I had chosen three theoretical classes on the Saturday. First we had a two hour lecture on 'reflective conversation', to be able to better sum up the scout activities at the end of the meetings. My friends were to a workshop in 'knife and axe safety' and 'risk evaluation'. After lunch I went to a lecture on 'visionary leadership' and got thouroughly depressed, as I recognised lots of destructive patterns from my workplace. Some of the others were making lovely jewelery from silver wire, something that they continued after supper, into the night.
I was so filled up with impressions and new knowledge that I had to withdraw. I intended to write in this blog, but I couldn't get into the school's wireless network and then went to sleep. My friends dropped back about half one in the morning from having, respectively, been geocaching and campfire (without the fire) singing.
On the Sunday morning the air was crisp and clear. Snow had fallen during the night and the stars were still out when we went for a brisk morning walk at 7.15. It was absolutely lovely! Marie and Eva made snow angels.
After breakfast we were all booked for a two-hour 'baking outdoors' workshop. Oh, such fun! I got put in a six together with 5 men of varying age. Oh, the banter! I got as good as I gave, and we laughed so hard we could hardly roll out the puff pastry. (It was slighly difficult, as it was frozen, and it was still -1, so we had to try and soften it up by the fire)
We made danish style puff pastry, filled with chopped up dried fruit mixed with runny honey and baked them in reflector owens by the fire. The other groups made Pain au Chocolate on 'Murrikka' and apple pie on Trangias. Then we had coffee, first with the cakes we'd made, and then again in the canteen, to warm ourselves up, before the last workshop that for us was 'Scout methodology in practise'.
We got to 'borrow' som Cubs from the nearest town, Vingåker, that took us on a Pirate treasure hunt around the school grounds. On the way we had to walk the plank through treacherous marsh lands, pick up treasure in the middle of a pool of quicksand and answer terribly difficult pirate trivia, before we could combine all the collected treasure and bake some lovely fruit scones on frying pans over open fire. And then lunch. Oh, my poor tum!
In the car on the way back, we were jolly happy, reeking of log fire smoke and thouroughly inspired. The trip home seemed shorter, or perhaps it was because I nodded off, inspite of the loud singing from the driver's seat. Of course, we all decided on the spot that we had to go again next year!