Hollywell Bay Here We Come
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"This all happened sometime in the early Nineteen-fifties. Sadly, I have never been able to locate even one of my fellow campers." - Allen Ansell On a cold morning Many moons ago, I stood with trembling heart, Hand in Hand with Granny. ‘Are you excited?’ She asked. I smiled with lies in my eyes A masque of innocence On every pore and cranny. Grandpa pressed a large coin Into my free hand palm, And gently secured it tight – Folding my fingers over. My divining sense knew it; Knew where it came from, What it was – a half-crown. I could see him open the till And select the shiniest coin To give me security and Strength. I needed those two shields, And I felt them too As my left foot, risen, Secured the bus’s first step. The weight of my new rucksack Pulling to reverse my climb – ‘A small step for mankind’ Had not then been spoken, But still, I took a giant leap – Toward the camping trip from hell… Hollywell Bay, here we come! © Allen Ansell 2023
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