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The Cubs are looking forward to the January camp at Canty Bay, East Lothian. Situated on the John Muir Way we will be asking the Cubs to examine these words of Muir when he describes his youth and to immerse themselves in exploring this special place. - When I was a boy in Scotland I was fond of everything that was wild, and all my life, I've been growing fonder and fonder of wild places and wild creatures. Fortunately around my native town of Dunbar, by the stormy North Sea, there was no lack of wildness, though most of the land lay in smooth cultivation. With red-blooded playmates, wild as myself, I loved to wander in the fields to hear the birds sing, and along the seashore to gaze and wonder at the shells and seaweeds, eels and crabs in the pools among the rocks when the tide was low; and best of all to watch the waves in awful storms thundering on the black headlands and craggy ruins of the old Dunbar Castle when the sea and the sky, the waves and the clouds, were mingled together as one.

Thought this was such a pretty bright green moss.

Discovering Rowdeford School Woodland. We looked up and down. Listened out for sounds. Enjoyed our surroundings.