More reminiscences from the Old Man:
At the age of fourteen I went to a summer camp at Baytree Castle. We didn’t sleep in tents but in a big wooden hut with two rows of palliasses the length of the hut. We travelled there by train, and the train fare was all we had to pay — food and lodging were paid for by the Corporation. My mother probably couldn’t have afforded the train fare when I was younger, but by then she had more money. We played football, cricket, rounders and other games. From what I can gather I was there under false pretences — some officials came round to the school asking which children had a father who was out of work, and I put my hand up. Technically my father was out of work because his ship was in port.
[Original posting 31 July 2011]