I used to spend weekends lying in, relaxing and recharging my batteries. Yet I've just spent my weekend, like many before and many to come, crossing the country to work two full days, for free. Sometimes I think I'm mad.
I was in Newcastle, one of 20 facilitators running a training weekend for 40 young people that we'll be sending to Africa for volunteering projects this summer, with an organisation called Tenteleni.
Every time I do it, such weekends confusingly leave me both exhausted and totally invigorated. The 'vols' are always good fun: their energy and creativity, born of youthful vigour and employed like its going out of fashion, make me feel increasingly, hopelessly ancient. Rather than mourning my loss of joyous naivety, I rejoice in theirs. They may be wet behind the ears, but they are a bright, sparky bunch, and they will go down well with our African partners.
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