Dandelion 119

"All aboard for Brownsea Island," cries a bewoggled Scout Master. Martialling his young charges, as they mill between ferry deck and waterfront.

Beneath the moustachioed gaze, of Lord Baden-Powell. The movement's founder. Whose bronze likeness graces Poole Quay. Seated with a clear line of sight, to the island so central to the Scouting story.

Earlier, joined by his young (and not so young) acolytes. Before they boarded the Maid of the Harbour. Bound for their Bank Holiday adventure.

"Look who's last again. Hurry up. The ferry is leaving!"

The last stragglers are helped aboard. Their bulging backpacks filled with the equipment, which is to see them safely through a stormy night under canvas.

A smiling Arkela, sporting the signature orange and white 'necker,' scans the Quay. To ensure that no one has been left behind.