Cornwall

From postcard sent to Kathleen:
Dear Mama – won’t say “wish you were here” cos I wouldn’t wish this holiday on anyone!
Serves me right for going ‘sick’
we started out by missing the train that Cynthia was going to meet by 3 minutes, and having to wait over an hour for the next one. the train came up n the indicator platform as being from platform one, seven minutes later than advertised. We went and got on it, and watched a 125 pull out from the next platform at the advertised time – the train they had put us on was the reief train, which took an hour longer than the normal one!
Of course when we finally got to Truro there was no sign of Cynthia, she turned up 2 hours later. We went for something to eat and then back to the flat. It’s the downstairs to the one we stopped in last year, but it’s absolutely filthy and stinks to high heaven (4 resident dogs, 2 visiting ) and no ventilation – the windows won’t open in our bedroom. Cynthia had spent most of the last week cleaning the place but it still smelt. Phil came to bed and said we were going home the next day, unfortunately we didn’t.
had a reasonable day in falmouth – Phil and Damon went out on a fishing trip while cynthia and I wandered around. Wed we spent on the beach which I hated cos I couldn’t get comfy and I can think of better things to do than sit on a pile of grit. Yesterday morning we spent in Penzance and then the afternoon on another bloody beach, and today they ave gone to the beach again but I escaped and am sat on a seat on the cliff. we’re going home tomorrow praise be. i feel as if I smell after a week in the place, we’ve been burning incense, but it seems to have permeated my clothes! The last straw this morning is that Rat has run off – she’s been on heat. Only one dog is able to do anything about it & ga’s a scottie so very unlikely – but they have vanished together. Cynthia said all innocent well, Plo couldn’t reach anyway, forgetting the hundreds of dogs in the vicin ity with longer legs. She’s been gone about 2 hours and I’m worried. Sorry this is a camp Granada letter!

Cornwall

From postcard sent to Kathleen:
Dear Mama – won’t say “wish you were here” cos I wouldn’t wish this holiday on anyone!
Serves me right for going ‘sick’
we started out by missing the train that Cynthia was going to meet by 3 minutes, and having to wait over an hour for the next one. the train came up n the indicator platform as being from platform one, seven minutes later than advertised. We went and got on it, and watched a 125 pull out from the next platform at the advertised time – the train they had put us on was the reief train, which took an hour longer than the normal one!
Of course when we finally got to Truro there was no sign of Cynthia, she turned up 2 hours later. We went for something to eat and then back to the flat. It’s the downstairs to the one we stopped in last year, but it’s absolutely filthy and stinks to high heaven (4 resident dogs, 2 visiting ) and no ventilation – the windows won’t open in our bedroom. Cynthia had spent most of the last week cleaning the place but it still smelt. Phil came to bed and said we were going home the next day, unfortunately we didn’t.
had a reasonable day in falmouth – Phil and Damon went out on a fishing trip while cynthia and I wandered around. Wed we spent on the beach which I hated cos I couldn’t get comfy and I can think of better things to do than sit on a pile of grit. Yesterday morning we spent in Penzance and then the afternoon on another bloody beach, and today they ave gone to the beach again but I escaped and am sat on a seat on the cliff. we’re going home tomorrow praise be. i feel as if I smell after a week in the place, we’ve been burning incense, but it seems to have permeated my clothes! The last straw this morning is that Rat has run off – she’s been on heat. Only one dog is able to do anything about it & ga’s a scottie so very unlikely – but they have vanished together. Cynthia said all innocent well, Plo couldn’t reach anyway, forgetting the hundreds of dogs in the vicin ity with longer legs. She’s been gone about 2 hours and I’m worried. Sorry this is a camp Granada letter!