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Archive for 18/02/2008
Adventure called us - “Star Letter” in the Daily Mirror
18/02/2008 by Ted.
For those with a family of young children holidays with pay are a problem. Holidays cost so much that thousands cannot afford them.
I know how it is. My husband is a Corporation employee and he has always had holidays with pay. When the babies came, and while they were small it had to be holidays at home. They didn’t seem like holidays at all, and they certainly weren’t holidays for me.
Still, we trudged around with the pram and made the best of them.
Then we saw a tent in a shop window, and we had an idea. At first it seemed a bit out of the question. Dare we set off in the third year of the war with four small children-our little girl was only eighteen months-on a camping holiday.
But the spirit of adventure held, and we scraped together the money for a tent and bought it. It is a hikers tent, light in weight, but still doing good service. Next we bought two groundsheets and a canvas bucket. We made two rucksacks, and as pressure stoves were then unobtainable, we were lucky to be able to borrow one.
Well, the day came, Everything-blankets,crockery,frying pan-all were packed. We went by bus into Derbyshire and camped for the first night at Peak Forest, at a farm. There was lots of rich new milk for the bedtime cocoa, and a new laid egg for each of the children. That farmer and his wife have probably forgotten us long ago, but we still remember their generosity and kindness.
From there we made our way to the Peak plateau and again camped at a farm. Again we met
with warm-hearted hospitality. It was grand, even though there was ice in the water bucket in the morning.
And so we spent our two weeks holiday. Our packs were heavy sometimes, especially when we had just reloaded. But the children loved it, and so did we. Dad carried the youngest on his shoulders-she rode miles that way-and I carried the tent.
The next year we went again, further south-Stoney Middleton, Calver, Eyam and so on.
Then our fifth baby came, and my husband and the older ones had to go alone. But last year the old adventurous feeling came over us again. After all, the children ought to have a seaside holiday. We decided that they should have one. It would do them so much good.
We bought an Ordnance survey map of the north-west coast, and one of the Lake District, and we decided on a little village on the Cumberland coast.
We were going farther afield this time, and needed more equipment. We need two tents now, and we have our own stove and other extras. But the older boys were strong and shared the load.
We are certainly going again this year. There are so many little things to remember. Being awakened by jackdaws when we camped under their hawthorn tree. Little footprints in the sand, and tired little campers who couldn’t wait till their beds were made up to fall asleep. Mrs. P. Talbot, Salford Brow, Manchester
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