The Triangle Of Death

Another day at Haven Holiday Village in Burnham on Sea and another exciting activity for which Nigel to escort his beloved niece and nephew to .........

....... with an eager, accompanying and very proud Alice by his side.

It all started with some profuse tree hugging to thank the trees for providing all the materials that they were going to use  .........

...... for den building, just how exciting is that?

All led by a very lovely and knowledgeable lady .........

..... who Nigel felt could confidently tackle any task thrown at the contestants on I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here with aplomb and great gusto, including wrestling a tank full of full sized crocodiles. Everybody would be safe in her hands but of whom Nigel wouldn't like to get into an argument with over who's turn it was to clean the "dunny". Let's just say she gained Nigel and the little ones respect within the very first seconds.

Nigel was held in thrall as the children were put through their paces making the spine and skeleton of their den (old fallen branches) after learning how to carry them safely and then covering said den with it's skin (loose foliage and grass) .......

It was all very impressive and brilliantly camouflaged so that you or any unfettered, roaming wild animals just wouldn't know it was there.

And the Triangle of Death?  Well, that came when the children were told about knives and how to be safe with them when building another sort of den, i.e let an adult do it, in a safe manner, to wit completely avoiding the aforementioned Triangle of Death, the area between your knees and crotch, particularly the groin, working on the left or right side of your femur, away from your leg ..... all this was well and truly soaked up by everyone, not least Nigel. 

The knife in this case was used to whittle tent pegs from short but strong branches to help hold down another sort of den. Nigel took all this in as well, just in case I and B ever wanted to go and make dens in the trees on the edge of "our" park. However, Alice jumping the gun, already contemplating the possibility of Nigel attempting a little whittling of his own, promised that she would buy him some ready made, metal tent pegs, just to be on the safer side of things, thinking too of the dreaded TOD! What is she like?