Kitting out

Overheard whilst handing out kit for our Bronze Duke of Edinburgh group tonight…

Can I swap rucksacks? This green one doesn’t go with my waterproof jacket, I’d rather have a blue one.

Do you snore? Because if you wake me up I will put you out of our tent.

I’m not sharing a tent with him, have you smelt his feet!

Ooh look, my rucksack’s got a packet of fruit pastels in the top pocket.

If this gas canister is full of gas, why does it sound like it’s full of water?

And my favourite

I think he should carry all the food for our group, because he eats more than the rest of us!

Honestly, what are they like?

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