Dear Parents,

We’re writing to you from deep inside Woodlands… well, not that deep, since we’ve locked Mr Witcomb, Mr Foley, Mrs Pepper, Mrs Wilson and Miss Patrick safely in the basement. Don’t worry, we’ve left them snacks; rain-soaked biscuits should tide them over. We, the children, have taken full control of operations and can confirm that the adults are no longer in charge, mainly because they’ve lost their clipboards and their will to shout, “HAVE YOU GOT YOUR WATERPROOF?” for the hundredth time.

Today marked our final full day of our adventure, and what a day it was. The famous Welsh weather decided that we’d been far too dry and happy this week, so it treated us to a full-on soaking. Get those dryers ready; we achieved new levels of drenched today. On the official Cold and Wet Scale, we started the day at a solid 6, but soon climbed to a heroic 7 (sorry, we couldn’t resist joining the trend).

We tackled our final activities (read: torture) with bravery, laughter and shivering. Group 4 crawled through the muddiest caves yet, while Group 1 tried to cling onto the high ropes as rain dripped off their helmets and sleeves. Groups 2 and 3 were canoeing, meanwhile, and became fully one with the Brecon Canal. No amount of saying “6”, “7”, or aura farming could have stopped our canoes from pinballing down the water like floating bumper cars. We’d say we were paddling in perfect synchrony, but we’d be lying.

Despite the drizzle, the puddles and a distinct lack of feeling in our fingers, we had the best day. We’ve laughed constantly (sometimes just to stay warm), made memories we’ll never forget and discovered that being damp is a small price to pay for this much fun. It’s been a week of adventure, friendship and laughter, and we wouldn’t change a thing (except maybe for a bit more sunshine and slightly fewer spiders in the caves).

As we sit here, damp but triumphant, we’re thinking fondly of home; of warm beds, dry socks and heating that actually works. We can’t wait to see you all tomorrow, to tell you every story (in excruciating detail) and to show you just how much mud and damp clothing one human can bring back from Wales.

See you soon, from your very tired but very happy children.

P.S. Please bring snacks!