Category Archives: Camps

The Little Red Trike Part 1

Feminism has always been a strange concept to me. I never grew up thinking that women were an underclass who were being exploited by men. My mother was certainly not a downtrodden house wife without a mind of her own. … Continue reading

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At the End of the Day

My big brother, Dennis John Camp, was born over nineteen years before me in 1935. He enjoyed four idyllic years as the literally blue-eyed son of two loving parents. He grew up running free on the farm and spending many … Continue reading

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The Hat in the Track Lane part 4

July is hay making time and July 2013 has been perfect weather for hay though a tad too hot for me. All the Summers when I was a boy were sunny and warm with never a drop of rain. Hay … Continue reading

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The Hat in the Track Lane Part 3

Half way down the Lane was a big granite barn on the edge of , for Guernsey, a big field. Dad rented the barn and the field as his Dad had done before him. The barn had been used for … Continue reading

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The Hat in the Track Lane Part 2

I was born on the cusp of the tractor replacing horses on the farm particularly because we had a lot of overlap on Camps Farm. Dad was really a horseman and would happily have continued using them but they just … Continue reading

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The Hat in the Track Lane Part 1

To the current generation of Guernsey people the Track Lane will mean little. To the older generation it will be remembered fondly as a route from Pitronnerie Road to The Track football pitch which thousands would take each May to … Continue reading

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The Pig in the Sidecar

Starting married life together is never easy and even more interesting when husband and wife come from very different backgrounds. Mum came from a poor Town family with a mother who was the widow of one soldier and married to … Continue reading

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