Taxel Lodge

I have just discovered this is the Convalescent Home I was taken to, best guess being 1956, when I was ten years old, It came as something of a shock, as I was not told before I was going there; or for what reason. On reflection, I can only think it was because I was a bit on the small and thin side, so perhaps someone thought I needed building up. My initial memory was not good, but I won't dwell on that. From then on I can not say I ever fully relaxed and fully enjoyed my time, no doubt due to a permanent dose of homesickness and not knowing why I was there; but I was never ill-treated and learned to live with the place. For some strange reason, I remember nothing of the daily routine - i.e the Dormitory, personal cleansing arrangements or any of the other boys or staff members. I do remember some basic PE sessions, in a wooden type single storey building; the same place we changed for the daily walks. The latter I do remember with a great fondness, them cementing my to come great love of the countryside; my home town being very industrialized and built up. I only wish I could have remembered more, but I suppose my initial confusion as to why I was there, blocked it out. I have to say I was pleased to be returned home as unprepared as my arrival.