Just spent a few days with some of year 9 on their camp. We stayed at Porlock and spent a day on the hills of Exmoor. It was all good fun (except the steep uphill bits) and the sun shone in abundance. I was given the best compliment ever when someone said that being a Vicar was the last thing they would have guessed I was. No offense to vicars in general but I take it as a good thing to be breaking down stereotypes. There are at least 92 young people in Bridgwater who have now met a vicar and survived the experience. I’m not sure yet where all this effort is going but if nothing else I’m having some good times on the hills.
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