Fremington 2000 can be remembered in lots of ways; for the adventurous cadets, the food that made us all feel like waste bins, the many narrow escapes from death (for more than one cadet), or just for Mr. Furneaux in a wetsuit and Mr. Ancell "Moonwalking" on the last day. Fremi has always been a camp to remember for its wacky ways, but this year certainly tops them all.
We did climbing with a boy who was going to undo his safety harness when he had reached the top; water-sports with Cdt Ward nearly drowning whilst on the donut skis and walking with little 13 year-olds who brought the biggest rucksacks. While walking, someone had an asthma attack, some others had three unknown attacks and some managed to electrocute themselves while falling off a stile.
Camping could have been dangerous with no officers present: while people were setting themselves alight and smoking in tents, others were rugby-tackling the tents or mixing cow dung with mashed potato and eating it.
"Your Gran", "Lush", and "Pucker" were the sayings of the week that drove everyone crazy.
Not all was as breathtaking as this. One cadet did a rather heroic thing and saved his friend from choking to death while eating a raw chicken wing given to us by the chef for dinner. Cdt Martin Churchill was given an award for his bravery.
We also went shooting, which was probably the only event which did happen without anyone trying to kill themselves, flying in the Sea Kings at Chivenor, went on the assault course, played sports, and did Camouflage and Concealment exercises which led on to a night exercise.
You now know the true stories about what happens when you go on these so-called "Adventure training weeks". It's a wonder we don't crack up. So, do you still want to be a cadet and go on a hair-raising experience like this?
You must be mad!!