It is with bitter sadness that I write Eagles last termly report as PL. As you know, in the wise words of Demi Demi, “Tuff time neva last” and they finally have stopped lasting for the Eagles patrol, as their cooked PL is finally leaving them. Throughout this term the academic weapons of the patrol were locked in, and our attendance unfortunately was slightly lower, but not to the extent that one would expect, as ‘school is a scam and everyone should come to scouts regardless’ – Daniel, 2026. We had a fantastic patrol meeting where we made many a pizza, and unfortunately Alex managed to turn his pizza cheese into the consistency of strong rubber, but Bridget’s pizza turned out great and I do have an inside proof of that statement as I ate half of it. All in all, Eagles had another term flying above the clouds, especially as we welcomed our new members Bridget and Greg.
Holly Raine
Troop Rope Weekend
This weekend was a task motivated by the large amount of quirky rope boxes in the basement. For those confused a quirky rope box is a box where all of the cursed rope is thrown into and forgotten about. Examples being unwhipped rope, half-chewed rope, rope that was plaited (ahem, Malaika) and other various infringements of that nature. On the rope weekend we made a production chain, our first order of business being cutting the rope from the reel, then it got whipped and then, the best job, the end got melted off with a hot knife. Although some people (most people, including me) miss the manilla rope due to its delightful smell and ability to be frapped until breaking point, the new rope (of unknown material) was welcomed into the troop over the weekend due to its uncanny ability to be chopped up into many small pieces with the hot knife, which were consequently thrown at Daniel. At the end of the weekend it would be safe to say that there was a sum total of about one quirky rope in the entire basement, so I think we can call the rope weekend a win.
Holly Raine
