I went to Home Focus this year.  It was my fifth Focus.  It was quite different this year.  I got up earlier in the morning and went to bed at a reasonably decent time.  I just took time out to relax and didn't do too much. 

I went to the morning and evening sessions and only went to one seminar (the God Pod).  The rest of the time, as the weather was great, it was a case of trying to fit in as much beach time as I can. 

I swam in the sea numerous times.  Mornings were the best time.  On one particularly sunny day, I swam in the sea three times (before the morning session, lunchtime and before dinner). 

The dinner was, well, Pontin's food.  Cheap and cheerful.  But it's all included in the price so you keep going up for more to get your money's worth.  Breakfast normally consisted of a small bowl of Alpen and a small bowl of Weetabix and a yoghurt.  Then a kipper, a sauage and bacon.  For dinner, I normally had two platefuls.

During the week, we had two barbeques.  On the last lunchtime, I got invited to a friend's parent's lunch and there was a lovely spread of Pizza Hut pizzas and a huge egg salad (the eggs being boiled inside a kettle).

I shared a chalet with two guys.  One was an old friend and the other was someone I'd only met then.  There are only two keys so as we'd only just met the other guy, we let him have one key, whilst I shared the other key with my friend.  After a while, we found this to be unworkable.  Our schedules often didn't match.  I spent periods of time not being able to get into my chalet.  One time, I was in the chalet about to leave to go for a swim in the sea.  I got a phone call from my friend who needed to get into the chalet so I agreed to wait there to let him in in a few minutes.  35 minutes later, he finally arrives, after first getting lost and then stopping to chat to a few people.  We finally worked out that the best solution was to leave the window permanently open and leave a key on the window sill.  We assumed there wouldn't be many burglars at a church camp.  Although I felt like a cat burglar every time I slipped my arm through my chalet window to get my key.

One afternoon, I walked to Lowestoft along the beach with a friend.  On the way back, I was stopped by a woman who asked if I had a mobile phone.  The lady had seen a dog attack a seagull and it had ripped part of its wing off.  We phoned the Pontins Office but they couldn't find a number for the RSPCA or anybody else.  Directory Enquiries couldn't help either. 

The seagull was suffering a lot and earlier hadn't put up any resistence when I had to move it to prevent it from drowning in the incoming tide.  I suggested that the most humane thing was to put it out of it's misery.  It was too much for my friend and he had to walk off.  The lady wanted to find another solution so she went down the beach to ask the advice of a nearby fisherman.  He said the same as me.

So I sent the lady down the beach and when she was a distance away, I wrung the seagull's neck and it died quickly.  It was the first time I'd killed an animal.  I spent the evening in a meloncholy mood as I felt sorry for it (I never thought I'd be mourning a seagull at Pontin's).

All in all, Home Focus was a great week which went so fast.  The services were brilliant with great speakers and lots of ministry time (including prayer tunnels on one night).