Since this is the last official day of camp (just packing up and then leaving tomorrow) there is a tradition at Blair Atholl to have inspections go extremely badly, on purpose of course.
There was a variety of strange and unusual clothing worn, as well as several standing in their sleeping bags. It was really fun for the Scouts and they had a good time trying to be creative.

The inspection itself was rather brief and cursory, so the Scouts could show off other antics within their tents and campsite.

After getting properly dressed the Scouts were off to something called Athollantics, which was essentially the final games of the camp. There were probably about 30 or 40 “bases” or stations where a different game was played.

The Scouts were split into smallish groups (about 10) but within their sub-camps.
Each base had a pair of teams competing against each other. After about 2 minutes or so of competing the winning team would get a point and the two teams would split off going in opposite directions.


I don't recall which sub-camp actually won the games but the whole thing was a lot of fun and there were some great game ideas to take back home for the Scouts to play at our own camps.

After the games the Scouts had a lunch and started on camp tear down. All the structures built during the camp had to be disassembled, from the dining tables/shelters, to the camp entry ways and the fences. All the pits used for dishwater had to be filled in. The supply tents had to be taken down. The only sub-camp tents left standing were the sleeping quarters for the Scouts and sub-camp leaders.

All afternoon everyone was helping tear down the camp, with the exception of a the teams still active on duty, such as the admin team madly organizing home stay, and of course the quarter master and staff dining teams.

In the late evening was the final campfire, which was the official closing of the camp. There were the usual campfire songs, with what I thought was an especially good song from the Namibians. I wish I could remember the words. The campfire was put on rather late, but all the better as the effect of the closing ceremony was that much more pronounced.

The Camp Chief John Kennedy lit a torch from the fire, who then lit the torches of the sub-camp Aunts and Uncles, who then lit the candles on the front row of the Scouts. The Scouts then lit each others candles and the flames made their way back slowly through the crowd until everyone had a candle lit.
That looked pretty cool in the dark, but if that wasn't enough, JK asked the crowd to put out their candles as he walked past the front. As he did so each Scout in line with the chief blew out their candle, so a wave of darkness came over the gathering as he walked along the front of the crowd. This ended the campfire and everyone left for their sub-camps silently.
Very impressive end as far as campfires go.

With the campfire running a little late and everyone feeling a bit sad and reflective there were some sub-camp fires still burning well past the normal curfew.
JK himself gave a little farewell speech at about half eleven (11:30 for you non-Scottish readers) at the staff club and then we all cleared out of there when they turned off the lights at midnight. I think more than the usual number of staff stayed up for a while chatting and reminiscing about the camp.