By: Blonde Two
We Two Blondes like to think that we are unique and that despite having lots of lovely Blondees and Blondettes reading our blog, we are a little bit different to everyone else. Over the last few weeks however, we have begun to realise that amongst our Duke of Edinburgh youngsters, we have been unwittingly shaping younger versions of ourselves.
Evidence of young Blonde (we shall call them Blonderinas) behaviour was first spotted during this year’s expeditions. All Blonderina candidates so far have been girls. None of the lads have exhibited Blonde tendencies. In fact, we tend to rely on these solid young chaps to be sensible amidst great Blondness from ourselves. The girls, however have demonstrated a whole range of Blonde tendencies. Here are a few;
Bringing a plastic poncho and an umbrella to an expedition weekend (Ten Tors veteran!)
Eating an awful lot of Jelly Babies.
Asking “What is a tor?” while standing on one.
Doing a very wet macarena just after getting lost on a misty moor.
Pretending that walking poles are horses and golf clubs in the middle of Princetown.
Bringing the wrong tent poles but deciding the tent worked better with them.
Facing North a lot and shouting “This is North!”
Facing South a lot and shouting “This is North!”
Our suspicions of the spreading of the Blonde phenomena was completely and utterly confirmed when we watched the video that our last lot of successful expedition veterans presented to us this week. There were all sorts of crazy antics, all a little bit Blonde but the one that had us choking on our lunch was a photo of a certain young lady lying inside an old drainage pipe. This may not sound all that amusing to you but if I showed you a particular photo of Blonde One doing exactly the same thing earlier this year you would probably join in our laughter. The particular Little Miss in question would definitely be a very good candidate for becoming Blonde Three if we were considering applications.
I have to say that I am secretly pleased that our Blondness is rubbing off on others a bit. It is great fun and our silly mistakes and messings around have never failed to cheer us up when the going has got tough. I find that being a Dartmoor Blonde on your own just doesn’t have quite the same edge to it. Blondness needs company to allow it to mature (God forbid) and develop. So long may the Dartmoor Blondness live and may as many people as possible enjoy it!