I am sorry, everyone.
Once again I have been forced to abandon you for the wilds of Dartmoor (where I am, in fact, at this very moment probably drowning in some inhospitable bog) by the cruel and vicious beasts who run the Duke of Edinburgh program.
However, if I survive, this is the last time you will hear me whinging about this accursed trial, until I disappear for a kayaking and sailing camp later in the summer (but as I won't be carrying my bodyweight in rucksack, mud and blisters on one of the most inhospitable microclimates in Britain, I doubt there will be much whinging there).
However, for your amusement, I am bringing my camera - not that I wasn't going to need it for the compulsory project element of the trip (for some reason the officials find it amusing to make us pretend this physical torture is for research purposes, do not ask me why) anyway.
Thus, if all goes well and I do not lose / break / eat the thing out of desperation, I will possibly be able to create a video of my experiences, which I will upload to my YouTube account AND post here, for your sadistic amusement and gigglage. I highly doubt it will be taken on by the Duke of Edinburgh officials as a promotional video, but hopefully it will entertain you. If it happens. Which is a whole new level of plausibility in and of itself.
So, dear friends, think of me suffering in the wet and cold every now and again, will you?
I leave you in the charge of Jon Snow, and his infinite musical talent.
~ Charley R