By: Blonde Two
As you know, the Two Blondes are firm believers in adventure. We like to push ourselves into situations that not everybody would like to find themselves in and we like to encourage youngsters to do the same. The key to a good adventure is an element of danger balanced with the correct consideration for safety.
We all have our own idea of what adventure is and our own bench marks for measuring adventurosity (Blondism). For example, crossing a river (ok a little river) on a wobbly metal plank in the dark the other night was an adventure (not to be repeated) for me whilst it appeared to be part of a lovely stroll for my companions. Robert Falcon Scott (a grand adventurer) died for his love of adventure and talked about his party’s tale of “hardihood, endurance and courage”. These are two extremes, but you get my drift (snow drift in his case).
When Arthur Ransome’s Swallows first asked to go and camp on Wildcat Island, their father sent a telegram which said “Better drowned than duffers, if not duffers won’t drown.” Here was a Dad who obviously recognised the value of giving youngsters some space, time and responsibility for themselves. As a Mum, I tried to take that approach with my offspring. The result of this is that two of my children now work in the outdoor industry giving other kids the opportunity for adventure.
When Mr Blonde Two and I were driving up to the moors the other evening. I spotted two adventure seeking lads hiding in the grass as we drove out of Newbridge. How lovely, I thought, they are having a fabulous time and a great adventure stalking each other. This was an all too brief moment of pleasure as almost immediately after, there was a twang of pellets hitting the car and I realised that they were shooting BB guns at us. Maybe you can take this adventure thing a bit too far!