My First Camping Trip
A Memory of Hope Cove.
My dad took me and my two older brothers for a weeks holiday in a tent. We arrived in Hope Cove to a glorious sunset and put the tent up in a field with cows in it. I remember my dad frying a breakfast on a primus stove. My elder brother held this as one of his dearest memories and he kept a picture of Hope Cove on the wall in his study.
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