“All Scouts should know his story. St.George was typical of what a Scout should be. When he was faced by a difficulty or danger, however great it appeared, even in the shape of a dragon – he did not avoid it or fear it but went at it with all the power he could …That is exactly the way a Scout should face a difficulty or danger no matter how great or how terrifying it may appear. He should go at it boldly and confidently, using every power that he can to try and overcome it, and the probability is that he will succeed.” (Lord Baden-Powell).
So, with our little lady in the Sjöscouten (sea scouts), we headed off for a family afternoon doing something a little more English in its origin, and went to celebrate St.George’s day.
The first part of the afternoon saw us doing a little trail in the forest. We were hunting down phrases that described what it meant to be a scout. We then discussed them with our little scouts. For us it was a little more intense as it was all in Swedish, but with the help of Google topping up our growing basic Swedish vocab, we made a good go of it for our little lady. The trio thoroughly enjoyed trying to find the next tree trunk with a phrase stuck to it, and by the end I think our little lady had a good idea of what being a scout means.
As the rain started to fall harder, it was time to head inside and watch and listen to an indoor parade for the young scouts. They held the Scouting flag, they raised the Swedish flag, and they all said their Scout promise one by one. This was a real challenge for our little lady, as not only had she not been forewarned and so did not know the promise, but it was also in Swedish. We could see her starting to well up and get flustered standing there waiting her fate, but her leader was so good with her. She quietly broke it down into a few words at a time for her to repeat in Swedish. Whilst my heart was in my mouth watching her a little unnerved prior to her go, I think it was the best thing for her. She has been learning Swedish at school, will correct me when I am trying to speak it, but will not yet pluck up the courage to speak herself. To be put in a situation with no warning and in an instant it be done with did her good, and she was pleased she did it after, but admitting to wanting to cry immediately prior to it.
With that part done, and huge sighs of relief all round, it was time for fika….the Swedish custom of being together and socialising, preferably in the presence of coffee and a sweet treat!! Of course this went down very well with the trio. Once consumed, the scouts had one more little parade, taking down the flag and saying goodbye, and it was time to head off. It was so lovely to have the whole family invited as we got to see what goes on and to see a little more of how the Swedes do things. It was a lovely afternoon.