LLANGRANNOG (1970)
Llangrannog was (and is for all I know) a muddy field perched high up over Cardigan Bay that was used by the Welsh Youth Movement (Urdd Gobaith Cymru) for summer camps.
Accommodation was provided in ex-Army bell tents and facilities were contained within WW2 era wooden huts mounted on brick columns (not dissimilar to Stalag-Luft 13).
Led by over-enthusiastic rosy-cheeked Welsh Nationalists, we, a hoard of under 13s, sang anti-English “folk” songs, dreamt about deposing the Prince of Wales, blowing up water mains and daubing road signs. (No one had thought of burning out holiday homes back then.)
Weather permitting, we were led in a crocodile down to the beach where we tried to see if anyone had started to grow pubes and stuffed ourselves with chips on the way back. The evening excitement included us teens standing round a Dansette, enjoying our first confused fumblings (or in my case watching one or two others doing so) followed by a hymn and a prayer before bye-byes.
To cap it all, I was a bed wetter and had to conceal the specially designed pads my mum had sewn into my sleeping bag and which got heavier every day because of the accumulated pee.
The highlight of the week was seeing two horses mate outside the canteen.
Anon
"I do nothing and then I do something. But it's taken years of investigating idleness in all its forms to be able to achieve this. My discipline is borne out of concerted study of idleness."