Etheldene, Walcot

A Memory of Walcott.

My mother and us 4 girls stayed every year for several weeks of the summer holidays. I was the eldest (born in 1935).
Our Dad came down from Norwich at weekends. This was probably about 1945 - 1953. My mother was a sports teacher before she married and she only had to come down to the beach and numbers of kids suddenly appeared and we all played French Cricket or another game organised by my mother and had a whale of the time. When she brought unshelled peas down there and said she had to shell them before we could play there were always willing hands to help. We jumped off the cliff onto the sand - dangerous because there were concrete slabs half hidden in the sand after the war. We played a game called la-di-dah with stones on a tin table outside a pub somewhere near. and when my younger sister Sheila and I were allowed to cycle from Norwich to Walcot we did brass rubbings in all the churches on the way. Mary