Aren't families wonderful? I spent a delightful day last Saturday in Folkestone with four of my grandchildren and other family members. Despite it being Bank Holiday weekend our travelling went very smoothly. A delicious lunch was provided for all nine of us by my granddaughter in her new house in Sandgate Just up the road from where we used to live. We heard of my 8 year old French grandson's adventures in the French Alps. His first time away from home! He went rock climbing. canoeing, swimming, cycling and camping.
My first holiday away from home was on a school journey to Broadstairs. I was 9 years old and am not quite sure I enjoyed it. I gather most children have mixed feelings about that first time away from all that is familiar. It is supposed to be character-building!
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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