I think I have mentioned in passing the ICI camp, it was held during the works holiday fortnight, last week in July, first week in August, at Tenbury Wells in Worcestershire. The farm field we camped in was owned by a farmer called Cyril, a real old eccentric. We slept in old Army tents, they were khaki and slept about eight of us. The first job when we arrived, was to fill canvas palliasses with straw, they were our mattress and I have no idea now if we had pilllows. I don't think we had sheets but there were blankets, we spent a lot of time punching the straw into submission to get a comfy bed.
There was also a boys camp two fields away watched over by 'Doddy' Mr Dodgson he was in overall charge of the apprentices at Witton. The boys helped Cyril with the harvest, I think he grew wheat as well as the local hops, he also brewed a drink called perry, which is cider made from pears and absolutely lethal. We had to hide people when they were under the weather from drinking it, they were really ill.
A river ran through the field and we jumped in each morning with a bar of soap, you can imagine elf and safety sucking their teeth today.
There was a kitchen tent, where food was prepared and it was all cooked on an open fire in the field. My friend Jeannie Parkers mom was the cook, food always tastes wonderful when it's cooked al fresco doesn't it. I recall the late nights when we would all sit round the camp fire singing and drinking steaming hot cups of cocoa, and eating sausages in our fingers.
Kids came from Wales and Germany, not sure now what conection there was with Germany, ICI must have had a factory there. We had such lovely holidays, I went back to look round old haunts about ten years ago and nothing had changed, even the pub in Tenbury, The ship, is still exactly as I remember it from the 1950's.