The Rose Bowl

A Memory of Huttoft.

We sometimes stayed in a caravan at Anderby Creek. Every day we took a picnic and stayed all day at Huttoft Bank. We bought flags and buckets and spades at the shop on the bad corner in Sandilands. My father used to blow up the inner tubes from the lorry to float on, and my mother always tied it to a washing line so you didn't get blown out to sea. On the way home we used to go to The Rose Bowl. I remember the Mynah bird. Once we saw footsteps in the mud leading into the creek but none coming out. We never heard of anyone missing. One year a big tree had been washed up by the waves, we scooped some sand out of the way and it shaded my three week old brother from the sun and wind. Hopefully going to Huttoft this w/e.