The boys head off for some extreme ambush fun
In our living room at home, the ghillie suits make the kids look like eco-yetis. But then they weren’t designed to be lounged around in. These three piece camouflage outfits are for a forest ambush. Which is what we are going to do today, as soon as we’ve had lunch.
Wierdly, Matthew blends into the Ford Mondeo in his jolly green giant suit as we head up towards Dalton Woods beyond the old quarry. But that’s nothing compared to their camouflage when they add the helmet and stride up the path. Cameron crouches into a bush and practically disappears. Matthew thinks he’s invisible (and invincible!).
Disappearing into the woods… literally
We meet three cows at the top of the hill, and the boys get so close I worry we are going to provoke a stampede.
The battle box kit comes with owl whistle, whittling book, a pile of stink bombs and fun snaps, a bag of marshmallows, 8 bomb bags, chocolate, a catapult, a cloth satchel, a water bottle, the child’s camouflage suit, and a warning that it’s ‘dangerously good gear.’
After their stand-off with the cows, the boys cheerfully head off with the satchel full to the brim to set up an ambush, promising to let us know when they are ready by tooting on the owl whistle.
If I am invisible, then what is that cow looking at?
The first clues come ten minutes later, not with Hedgewig’s call, but the sound of fireworks night. It seems they can’t resist trying out the fun snaps and bomb bags. We follow the noise, which takes us into a muddy clearing, with an upturned tree at the centre. But the soldiers are now quiet and there is no sign of them. We stop by the tree to listen. Could they be hiding under it?
I know he’s here somewhere….
Suddenly I am hit on the hand. It hurts and I scream as a pink marshmallow ricochets from my thumb and lands ‘plop’ by a tree. Who knew marshmallows could be used as weapons? Someone should tell the Defence Secretary. Battlebox may have stumbled upon an idea for reducing spending on Afghanistan. But the marshmallow bullets are nothing compared to the stench the children unleash a few seconds later. The stink bombs are up and running, and so are we – in the other direction.
Sibling rivalry is suspended during parental attacks
1-0 to the kids. It’s our turn to ambush the boys, which involves me squeezing into the child’s suit while Stuart puts on the adult camouflage. It’s a tight fit and doesn’t quite cover my voluminous stomach. But it doesn’t matter because we have a plan.
Who said parents could be embarrassing?
Stuart and I separate. We’re not going to lie and wait for the kids to find us; that would be stupid. We will attack from the front. A sophisticated plan of attack sketched out on the back of a spent bomb bag requires sitting it out for a while in the bushes to lull the kids into a false sense of security. Stuart finds a tree and blends in immediately, but my hiding place, in a blackberry bush, is less successful. I try to untangle myself from the prickles but find myself entrapped.
As the kids approach I activate my stink bomb back up plan to chase them away, but the little glass vials don’t break in deep mud. In fact they completely disappear. When the boys ambush me in their ‘civvies,’ I am scrabbling about in the dirt looking for fart capsules with brambles clinging to my thighs and backside.
A walker passes by with his dog and nods. “You on an expedition?” he asks, politely ignoring the fart smell as though all this is completely normal in his world. But then he is wearing a crocodile Dundee Hat, so maybe he does this kind of thing at weekends.
After embarrassing the kids we do our best to blend in
Five minutes later a family follows, splashing through the mud. They are entranced, wanting to know where we got the suits and if I intend to wear it to the supermarket later on? Funny that. It’s what Battlebox suggested as well. Do I look like someone who wants to hang around the broccoli and cabbage section in a woolly pretend army suit that’s designed and fitted for a ten year old? Tell me honestly. Do I? Hannah puts on the helmet with her pink dress and flowered welly boots. She just looks cute. Like a mini pink and green bee keeper. It’s not fair.
We do a quick scout round for rubbish; one of the downsides of the kit is the litter from the stink bombs and bomb bags, but the pockets of the camouflage bag are ideal for that. Meanwhile the kids are discussing their favourite bits of the ambush kit. Hannah liked the owl whistle. Matt is now very attached to the slingshot. And Cameron confesses he loved stink bombs best. Until he discovers the rest of the packet of marshmallows. And then he changes his mind. Pink and white balls of fluff may be make surprisingly good weapons, but they’re at their most lovable when chewed. Battlebox, it seems, have thought of everything.
Battlebox Adventure Kits start from £22 and can be purchased online from the Great British Battlebox Adventure site.
The boys head off for some extreme ambush fun
Disclosure Note: We’re grateful to Battlebox for their support in helping us to bring you this post. The experience, views and opinions expressed are however, as always, entirely our own.
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