Rogerson Hall Holiday Camp, Corton, Suffolk

A Memory of Corton.

I was just putting in "Rogerson Hall" on search and came across this site. Wonderful. I went to Rogerson Hall with my Mum and Dad in 1956 and 1957. In 1956, when I was 6, Dad booked the holiday and within one day of being there I developed chicken pox and we had to come home to London. I was heartbroken but to help console me, my wonderful Mum took my tin bucket on to the beach and brought me a bucket of sand to take home to London on the train; can you imagine that? I played with it for days and days. The following year, my Dad made up for the disappointment and we went back there for 2 weeks. I remember so many things as if it was yesterday. Two things I remember more than anything are: the chalets didn't have hot water so we had to go to the standpipes in the middle of the pathways each morning to get hot water and the sandmartins who made their nests in the holes at the side of the beach. I have wonderful photos of the camp with my Dad in the fancy hat competition and doing a tug of war competition. Also there are some of me in the fancy dress competition. Mum and Dad hired a tandem bike with a child's seat in the middle and peddled to Blundestone and back which wore them out but I enjoyed it and I know my teddy did too as he is in the photo. Last month, my husband and I went back to the site. Of course it isn't like the old days at all but it was nice to be there....but to be honest, my heart felt quite choked. Lovely times; lovely memories of a wonderful place.