Our eldest lad is off to PGL camp this week with his school *lump forms in throat*. The big trip in the last year of primary school is such a step. One parent said, they leave as boys and come back young men. Each of these steps they take brings back my own memories - good and bad. This one is all good; walking through Borrowdale in the spring of 1977 singing about Great Gable and Kendal Mint Cake.