It’s the bit they omit to tell you in those “joys of parenting” books. That the night you decide to go to pick your son up early from scouts because you happen to be in the vicinity and you know he needs an early night before his trip away with the school, will be the night that they’ve decided to go for a hike and have got well and truly lost. Sitting in a freezing cold, dark carpark for an hour and a half with no access to toilets, caffeine or the tea which you’d not had time to eat earlier is all part of the excitement of Scouting, they tell me.

Oh, and when they finally do arrive back at HQ, Tiddles hands me a Scout Newsletter that enquires politely whether I’ve ever thought of becoming a Scout leader. Answers on a postcard……

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