Tonight was our Beaver Scout night, our last proper session of Forest School before we break for the summer.
Tonight was a Bonfire Log Chew to discuss what they had enjoyed the most of the last five weeks, and what they hoped to do more of, to help us plan future nights.
Tonight was hot-dogs and excited chatter; running through the trees; ad-hoc games and adventures and tales of ghosts lurking in the darker reaches of the woodland.
Tonight was dirty hands, muddy knees, heavy raindrops through a canopy of leaves.
Tonight was fire, and smoke, and caution and responsibility and common sense.
Tonight was s’mores and sticky faces, splinters, climbing trees, stick duels.
Tonight was laughter. Tonight was childhood in all its glory.
Tonight was precious.