This Easter holiday saw fabulous weather all through the break. In the middle of the day the temperature was mildly summery, but it was chilly during the nights. We've entered into a very busy time with the scout group, with lots of goings on, but also school holidays and fewer meetings.
On Saturday a lot of the leaders and Rovers, and some parents got together at Tranabo, our cottage in the forest, for a good tidy and spring cleaning both indoors and outside.
We've had this cottage for more than 40 years, but it is still charmingly primitive. I can remember as a wee lass going to the stinky privies in the middle of the night, and getting water from the pump in the meadow. Now there is running, even hot water, and loos, even though not in the house, but in the "barn", where there are also showers, a sauna, storage facilities and washing room and room for drying wet gear.
All around in the forest are little camp sites for the sixes to use. These were cleared of dried leaves and sticks for the comming group camp. Wood was chopped, grass was burnt, windows were washed and sausages were grilled.
All in all, we got lots done, and had a wonderful day in the sunshine and fresh country air.
They had originally planned a sleep-over in the Hut in town to get started constructing their bath tub raft for the legendary Bath Tub Race in Säve in April, but had forgotten to book, so they rearranged the weekend: Instead of driving up to collect the tubs, they took the rest of the gear up into the woods instead. 
We had a lovely chat in the car about leadership: comparing their group in scouts with the theatre group they are both part of, discussing the need for a leader in a group, inofficial group leaders, haow to deal with them and how to win and keep the trust of group members. I think we all learnt a great deal.
The woods were white and silent. The first part of the road had been cleared, but soon we were wading through knee high snow. The two accompaning dogs loved it, but I felt slightly silly, as I had shoes on rather than boots. When their friends arrived I left them there to go back home to write, but I rather wished I could have stayed there.
On my way down to the car (appr. 10k) I made an interesting observation: It took less energy, and went a lot quicker to jog through the deep snow that to walk! At least I now have had a little bit of exercise.
