A note from Angela:
It seemed odd looking through my Uncle Vic's little notebook. Seemed odd that my dad and his brothers went camping at Danbury with the 1st Hockley Scouts 50 odd years before I went camping there with 1st Hockley Girl Guides.
Some of it sticks in my mind. It rained a lot and we were flooded, I woke up and my hand touched water, a stream of water running though the tent. My friend Jane was sleeping on a camp bed next to me (she’d had a rheumatic fever or some such so wasn’t to sleep on the ground.) We spent the rest of the night inside somewhere.
I forget all the Guide terms but anyway Jane was a higher grade, maybe Patrol Leader or she was doing the badge for that. I was doing my Campers badge (I failed). It all went wrong, especially the cooking. It’s probably the reason that I’m not keen on blackberries, I remember sitting down to eat some with a spoon and there were maggots crawling up the side of the bowls.
Sadly there are no photos....or maybe that’s good.
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Angela's Dad, 2nd left . . . Uncle Vic, far right