I was 9-10 years old and was one of the six children who lived in the village of Capelulo.
My friend Marion and I became territorial when these young people invaded. We planned
an early morning raid on their tents, hoping to sabotage their sleep and their stay. These teenagers were camping
in a field 200 yds up the road from where I slept. They were from Liverpool and were in our village.
Marion and I gathered our sabotaging tools, which amounted to a torch each , met at 3am, proceeded up to the field,
and tampered with the guy ropes, loosening them , hoping for the tents to collapse. Nothing much happened. It was dark.
We went home.
A couple of days later they, the teenagers and their adult leaders, were walking along the bank of the small river and so was I. Was I
slightly nervous about being told off? Did I expect to get into trouble ? yes I did. One of the adults began talking to me,telling me the group was called TOC H and was from Liverpool, asking me did I
know the way to the little church? Before I knew it the day had been set, I was to take them all on a guided walk from the village up and up
the steep narrow path to the top of the fairy glen, rambling over spongy grass, pounding earth, all the way along till we reached the tiny,
isolated church. A good three hour walk there and the same back. Except for some of the party who had walked on ahead and missed the turning for the path down. They finally made it back to camp a couple of hours later.
Making my ‘guide’ affirmation has reminded me of this little tale. When I recounted it to my daughter she was amazed at the freedom and innocence of it all- especially with current legislation for health and safety and I can see her point. For my memory though, it is a fantastic example of direct and indirect guidance, based on trust.