Parting is such sweet sorrow. We hope we created enough special moments for you to remember us by until next year!

We slammed hammocks!

We played auctioneer!

We mind-moulded!

We scooped our last cream!

Emily spun us a yarn!

Jordynne cross-classed IRL!

We rrrrrrrumbled rrrrroyally!

And, as is tradition, Ben sang us off for another year...

... and so did Ian.

Until next year, dear Watchers of the Night, we salute you. Be good to yourselves, and remember:

If you love something, let it rip.