
My parents gave up camping after my father Eddie, a policeman, was injured during the Toxteth riots. Convalescing, he didn’t fancy wrangling the enormous frame tent onto the roof rack and was finally in a financial position to buy a modest caravan. My grandparents had owned a caravan. I have a vague memory of...
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Campfires Not Jubilees
A weekend camping in the Brecon Beacons reveals the true spirit of the nation
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