Holiday
A Memory of Delabole.
Our father took us by train to Delabole for a holiday, in I think 1943.We stayed at a farm and had clotted cream every day at breakfast.It was stormy and a girl nearly got drowned.The quarry was very deep and they showed us the butterfly.I was nine.
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