50 Things To Do Before You’re 11
Some of my best memories of childhood are of the adventurous things I did, many of them as a Boy Scout. Some of them were daft, and some of them were definitely dangerous. Climbing the chalk scarp slope at Boxhill in plimsolls and no rope. Fighting a major fire on Headley Heath armed only with tree branches, until the fire brigade arrived. And cycling 50 miles to Brighton (and back again) on a whim, without a map, just half a…