Ice Cream

A Memory of Hayling Island.

My parents and I spent several vacations at Higworth farm caravan camp in the early/ mid 50's. I remember my Father having to get out of the coach, along with others, to lighten the load to cross the bridge.

On the way to the beach we passed a dairy ice cream stand which had the best strawberry ice cream ever.

My Father and I would go on the rides while my Mother added to our every day china set by winning at Bingo.