This weekend was a Cancer free weekend, for me at least, and selfishly it felt really good. I was marooned (well not quite) on Brownsea Island with 19 Brownies and 4 other Leaders for our pack holiday. Forty-eight hours away from home and away from the worries of having a child with cancer. If I had been doing anything else then I would have spent the whole weekend worrying about Seth and phoning Ivan to see how he was, but the great thing about Brownie holidays is how all consuming they are. From the moment you take charge of 18 girls (1 of them was already mine!) and are trusted to look after them to the moment you hand them back you don’t have time to think of anything else. We walked, climbed tress, spotted red squirrels, played on the beach, played in the sea, skimmed stones, orienteered, built dens and sang songs constantly. They didn’t sleep much, so I didn’t sleep much, but it was still a great break. Tonight I feel exhausted, happy and of course very pleased to be back home to catch up on cuddles and tales of the weekends activities with the four that remained at home.