Category Archives: Horses

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 Bull in The Bathroom Part 3

The German invasion of Guernsey in 1940 was a dark time for Islanders but it also showed how people rise to the occasion and demonstrate remarkable courage and adaptability. Mum and Dad were making hay at the Blanc Bois when … Continue reading

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A Tale of Three Horses Part 3

So many horses and so little time to blog. I’ve told the story of Punch in a different post under a different heading but I should have started with a tale of four horses because Punch certainly rated as one … Continue reading

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