A note from Angela:
Camping
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.
(Click image for large version)
Angela's Dad, 2nd left . . . Uncle Vic, far right
Angela, front row, 2nd left
