he most relaxing and most spiritual moment I ever had took place on a sea cliff one morning.
I was on a scout camp at Mt. Martha.  Although we had been awake since five thirty playing practical jokes on my friends who were still asleep, the moon was still shining. On the first morning our whole patrol went for a morning jog towards the beach.  I have always been very touched with the beach and all its natural wonders that mother nature has given it.  Being patrol leader I had to run fast to take care of the younger troops.  I began to catch the first scent of the beach and I could hardly wait to get there.  It took 15 minutes of hard running and lots of work to get to the sea cliff.  I would reached there earlier, but I had to stop many times while the young ones were doing up their shoe laces and helping them because they were breathless and assisting them of the road when a car would come.
When we got there the younger troops fell down like bricks and they were also too tired to talk.  I was sitting away from them in a spot all by myself.  I was also tired and although my cheeks were boiling hot, the breeze gradually cooled them down.  As I got cooler my imagination started to expand and to focus on the scenery in front of me.  I then looked up... with a feeling of wonder I was then hit by this deep, deep emotional feeling. Everything seemed so quiet.  I felt the wind blow into my face and my hair flicking back.  As I was breathing I smelt the smell of salted sea air.  I heard the water coming in and out just like a ball bouncing back and forth.  The sight of the beach was absolutely breath taking.
I was waiting for the sun to emerge from the horizon.  While I was waiting, I saw many seagulls gliding against the wind just like a kite would, as they all landed to find food far their young.  I could also see from a far distance, past layers of thin fog a cruiser lazily sailing across the horizon.
Finally the sun came up at about six-thirty am.  The sun shone like a giant star as it dispelled the fog.  It looked like it was emerging out of the sea.  Then I had seen it all.  This experience was my most spiritual moment ever.  I sat down just enjoying every minute of that experience.

ou arrive, it's getting dark.  You're going to have to set up your tents up quickly.  Being a scout it's very easy to complete this task because it all involves teamwork.  OK!  Ten to fifteen minutes later the tent is up and it's pitch black.  You're practically cooking dinner like a blind person reading braille.  Until you put in your mouth, you are not really sure what you are cooking.
After dinner you wash up, but remember there's no such thing as warm water, just cold.  The night is sinking in, it's now too dark to do any more.  You're too tired on the first day so you hit the sack early.  To make your way to your tent with the light of your torch.  You then crawl in the empty hollow tent.  No such thing as heaters, just you, the tent and your sleeping bag for the night.  It's going to be a long cold night.
The next morning you are awaken by the call of the kookaburra.  Bright and early about six in the morning.  Like they say "the early bird catches the worm".  You then get ready to have breakfast.  After all that you then have heaps of activities to do, activities that involves strength, problem solving and teamwork.  Believe me there will be enough activities you are having so much fun that you do not recognise the cold weather.
In scouts you are usually in a patrol.  Meaning in small groups.  You are allowed to title your group  with any name.  The usual names are animals from the forest.  Patrol names that I have been a member of are the