Hi, it’s Luke here – and feeling fully refreshed after a weekend off.

Obviously, we’d have preferred to have been in Challenge Cup semi-final action last weekend, but the enforced break has done everyone a power of good.

Most of us took ourselves off, which is why I also had time off from doing the column.

But now I’m back I’ll tell you a bit about what went on when we went camping at Aysgarth Falls at the beginning of last week.

A good time was had by all, and things like this are fantastic for bringing the group even closer together.

And, as a result of the two days sleeping in tents, I’ve adopted Ukuma Ta’ai as my ‘big daddy’. He really is one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.

It was decided that Ukuma, Bobby Fairbank, Kruise Leeming and myself would be sharing one tent, and we struck lucky with Ukuma.

Spending time in the wilderness seemed second nature to the big fella, and every night he’d get a lovely camp fire started for us and arrange everything inside our temporary home so we could be as comfortable as possible. To be honest, it was bliss.

But his fellow South Sea Islander, David Faiumu, isn’t quite so at home sleeping rough.

On our first night, Fui needed to answer the call of nature and set off into the pitch-black woods to do the deed.

No-one knew that at the time, but at about 5am, Bruno ( Michael Lawrence ) left his tent and heard in the distance some desperate cries for help. He didn’t know it was Fui at the time, but as Bruno is a watcher of horror movies, he knew that going into a wood to follow such cries almost inevitably led to certain death – so he decided the individual in need would have to suffer.

It was only a few hours later when Fui returned to camp and confessed he’d got totally lost that Bruno knew who’d been crying out.

“Didn’t anyone hear me shouting for help?” announced Fui. By all accounts, Bruno took himself off into the woods very rapidly, with the hope of not being found – by an angry Fui!

There was also an unpleasant moment for Scott Grix.

As some of you may be aware, Grixy plays the guitar and brought it on the trip so we could sing songs around the fire.

He can play about 60 songs and brought a whole bundle of songsheets with him so we could all join in.

Unfortunately, Chris Bailey seemed unaware of this fact, thought the songsheets were paper to help keep the fire burning brightly and promptly started throwing it onto the flames!

Opinion appears to be divided over whether Bails simply did it as a joke or genuinely had no idea what the sheets were really for.

But, as a result of the incident, he did start buttering up to Grixy big time and made sure he led the singing in an attempt to get back on his good side.

I don’t think it helped that much, because Grixy was clearly hurt by the loss of the sheets, although he probably wasn’t in as much pain as Stuart Fielden .

It’s a good job Stu’s now a coach, because if he’d been a player he could have been ruled out for selection this weekend after picking up a shoulder injury diving into the river by our campsite.

The minute we arrived at base, Stu got stripped off and dived manfully into the water.

Little did he realise, the river was less than six inches deep and, when he surfaced, he let out a pitiful ‘ow’. One of his shoulders was full of cuts after coming off second best to the rocks on the river bed.

But at least it sent out a warning to the lads that diving into the water was an accident waiting to happen.

So, thankfully, his impulsive actions made sure we all returned home in one piece and in good shape to fire into Widnes this weekend – which is exactly what we intend to do.