Sailor Boyo!
A Memory of Stoke Fleming.
I remember my parents swinging me between them along a fir tree'd lane to the sea, singing 'Sailor Boy-oh'.
We were camping at a site run by a man called 'Roly' (Rowlandson perhaps). Imagine my parents' delight at camping under the stars after the Blitz and London. Their happy memories stayed with them always.
And I remember my first experience of the smell of the pine trees - I was three!
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