Teenage adventures revisited

[Nick]

In 1972, when I was 17, some friends and I got a job strawberry picking in the Cotswolds.  We lived in tents at the bottom of the strawberry field. For a month. In the summer.

We had no toilets. We had no means of washing except for a churn of cold water the farmer brought down once a week.

We had no means of washing clothes

We cooked stuff from tins over an open fire.

One night a mad axeman got loose in the village

We must have stunk 

It was a very happy month

We went to the 8 Bells in Chipping Campden and drank cloudy cider (6d a pint and then fall over) or the Ebrington Arms

Tomorrow I am meeting one of our number for lunch at the now much posher Ebrington Arms

I wonder if that buxom local lass Dawn Payne is still around?

[Barman]

In 1972, when I was 17, some friends and I got a job strawberry picking in the Cotswolds.  We lived in tents at the bottom of the strawberry field. For a month. In the summer.

We had no toilets. We had no means of washing except for a churn of cold water the farmer brought down once a week.

We had no means of washing clothes

We cooked stuff from tins over an open fire.

One night a mad axeman got loose in the village

We must have stunk 

It was a very happy month

We went to the 8 Bells in Chipping Campden and drank cloudy cider (6d a pint and then fall over) or the Ebrington Arms

Tomorrow I am meeting one of our number for lunch at the now much posher Ebrington Arms

I wonder if that buxom local lass Dawn Payne is still around?

How splendid!... I was 12... 

[Nick]

A local woman did offer me a bath one night. When I got out I noticed it was black.

Being 17 it did not occur to me to clean it

[Barman]

A local woman did offer me a bath one night. When I got out I noticed it was black.

Being 17 it did not occur to me to clean it

[Nick]

Long enough has passed that she may be safely dead or has forgotten that I porked her daughter in a tent

[Just One More]

In 1972, when I was 17, some friends and I got a job strawberry picking in the Cotswolds.  We lived in tents at the bottom of the strawberry field. For a month. In the summer.

We had no toilets. We had no means of washing except for a churn of cold water the farmer brought down once a week.

We had no means of washing clothes

We cooked stuff from tins over an open fire.

One night a mad axeman got loose in the village

We must have stunk 

It was a very happy month

We went to the 8 Bells in Chipping Campden and drank cloudy cider (6d a pint and then fall over) or the Ebrington Arms

Tomorrow I am meeting one of our number for lunch at the now much posher Ebrington Arms

I wonder if that buxom local lass Dawn Payne is still around?

Ebrington Arms... I've paid more than a few visits, cracking pub, excellent food 

[apc2010]

Long enough has passed that she may be safely dead or has forgotten that I porked her daughter in a tent

A Baby...    

[Barman]

Long enough has passed that she may be safely dead or has forgotten that I porked her daughter in a tent

A Baby...    

 

[Grumpmeister]

Long enough has passed that she may be safely dead or has forgotten that I porked her daughter in a tent

Either that or she has had to deal with an accident prone ginger grandson or daughter.. 

[Steve]

Long enough has passed that she may be safely dead or has forgotten that I porked her daughter in a tent

Maybe the daughter never even noticed as it was so brief

[apc2010]

Can't beat the country air and waking up at the crack of dawn ...

[Nick]