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the shed for the camping stuff and the bike shed. It’s all newer than it looks. The shack definitely looks old and is the shed from the original farmhouse which is where Mr and Mrs Hartley live.
    The teachers all ride mountain bikes with us and when we are on camps we don’t always know who is taking us each time. They do things differently around here.
    In one of the campsites they have this ropes course where you climb up into tall trees and walk along the ropes to the next tree and it’s about twenty metres up. Well, that’s what it feels like. These ropes are so high that when we first tried it out Jacko said, ‘I wish I’d listened to what my mum used to say when I was little,’ and someone said, ‘What did your mum used to say?’ and Jacko said, ‘I don’t know, I never listened.’ And that got us laughing coz everyone was nervous looking up at those ropes.
    Anyway, on the high ropes we have a buddy who belays us, which means he holds a safety rope that runs through a gadget higher up in the trees so we won’t fall if we slip off. When we do ropes we wear a harness that clips to the belay rope like we are full-on mountain climbers. It is fully technical. We are going to go rock climbing and abseiling once we get OK on the high ropes and that will be madaz.
    These teachers are a bit above average somehow. I can answer a lot of the stuff already and I hardly ever go agro-biotic in class like I used to.
    I like ag and we eat the stuff that we grow and there are some sheep and a calf that we look after. The sheep can be a pain coz they are dumb but the calf is more like having a dog, except for its shape and its size and everything else about it. Ha ha. The calf was a bull calf but it isn’t any more since Mr Sykes got a bit bloodthirsty around his rear end.
    He asked for help to hold the calf down when he did it and some of the other boys thought it was fun and helped him. Not me, though. And then Mr Sykes put his pocketknife back in his belt just like that. He uses that pocketknife when we are out on camp. I think my stomach is going to do something bad thinking about this. Time to change the subject.
    We also keep chooks and they lay eggs that we eat. In the early days the chooks used to squawk and peck if they were still sitting on the eggs. These days we rule the chook-house. If we get to an egg when it’s new enough we can carefully squeeze it into a different shape and that is cleverarity at its best I reckon.
    I am still thinking about the calf. Hope it didn’t hurt too much.
    This kinesthetic thing is a bit much at times.
    Clem.
    SUNDAY, MAY 17
MERCY ME
    Dear Gram
    You know how I was talking about names and how Clement as a name was so seriously weird?
    Well, I asked Dad why I got Clement. There must be no other person in the country called that. He got a bit upset and I was like, ‘Here we go again, now I’m going to cop it.’ But he didn’t yell me out or anything. Told me I was named after my mum. Linda Clemency coz the oldest daughter always got Clemency as a second name. Said it’s an old-fashioned word that means mercy. I got Clement because when Mum died there would be no daughter. How come I didn’t know all that?
    Dad sure gets upset for a long time. But it’s OK and he settled out of it and we played PlayStation like we haven’t done for ages. I beat him good. Show no mercy. Ha ha.
    So now I know. It’s all good, like I’ve still got a bit of Mum after all. I hope so. Can’t wait to hear Clem the Clam next, then I’ll show no mercy.
    I’m writing this early and today is going to be a great day. Mountain bike race this afternoon and I am going to be fully pumping it. Mr Rev with the fancy shockers, I might only have a hardtail but you are going to be copping it from Mr Merciful. Ha ha.
    I wonder if I can get a mountain bike shirt with Show No Mercy written on it. That would be top gun.
    Your merciful grandson,
    Clem.
    THURSDAY, MAY 21
LIFTING THE LID ON THE APRILIA
    Dear