Scrabble at 4 am Every collection tells a story . . .
Pitching up on a fresh green field, Dad was always determined to put up the tent even in the most wind ridden weather.
The wind turns out to be rather gale force, as we woke to tents that had blown away and floods running down the hill.
Avoiding the grotty communal toilets by using our own portaloo in a tent, which had rather a weak flush.
‘I am following my nose’ Dad would say as he uses his intuition rather than a map, a recipe for getting lost when the roads are rural and winding.
Wearing flip flops in the communal showers to avoid strange pubic hairs!
After five years of camping...
surely there is only so many places to get lost in the Isle of Wight.
The sea side isn’t so joyful if you end up loosing your jellies in quicksand and eating sandy, wet sandwiches.
Then fanning about awkwardly in the changing robe, we would try not to flash the entire shoreline.
Beaches seemed challenging when my ice-cream was stolen by a dirty rotten sea gull, leaving me embarrassed and confused.
Noisy storms in a tent at 4am forcing everyone to wake and end up playing Scrabble can really make a family holiday!
A series of books exploring the intrinsic relationship between objects and stories. In collecting, each of us can decide what merits interest and fascination, allowing us to create our own knowledge of the past through an accumulation of the rare, novel and surprising. Š Natalie Shanks 2011 Designed and hand bound.