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Picnic at Ladye Bay, Clevedon, North Somerset
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Picnic Holiday July 12, 1938
Tuesday July 12th
On Tuesday evening we thought the weather was bad but it was only misty.
We drove off from the Arts school to Margaret’s house & she told me to come in & have some tea while Mr. & Mrs. Smith went away.
After tea we got ready to go for a picnic & while we were waiting I looked at a funny book of Margaret’s called Birthday book & laughed.
Mr. & Mrs. Smith came in again to fetch us for a picnic. There were five people in the one car. Mr. Smith drove off to clevdon with three people. Mrs. Hayes, Margaret, Mrs. Smith & I & there was plenty of petrol in the tank. He drove very fast about 50 or 60 miles an hour. We listened to the wireless in Mr. Smith’s car it played us beautiful music very loudly
We stopped at Flax Bourton & we looked at a beautiful garden near the railway line.
We drove off to Clevedon & arrived at Clevedon by the sea on the other side of the town at a place called Lady Bay.
We stopped at the rocks by the sea & it was rather windy, we smelled the sea very much & the waves crashed the rocks.
We sat on the rocks near the sea.
Mr. Smith pretended to take off his clothes for a bathe & he took me to throw me to the sea & we had a fight.
Margaret put a large stones on the rock & we tried knock it off with smaller pieces of stone. Margaret threw a lot of stones all together & knocked the stone off the rock, She had won!
I could not throw the stone at the rock. I missed it fell into the sea. I tried to throw the rock at the stone all the time
Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Hayes, & Margaret
At the rocks at Layde Bay in July, 1938
Till my arm got tired!! I was very cross with Mr. Smith because he looked so proud of himself throwing stones at the rock!!!!!!!!!!
I tried to fight with Mr. Smith again to throw him to the sea but I failed!!
We stopped the game & we had dinner on the rocks & I was surprised when Mrs. Smith put a big roll of bread on my plate & I ate it all. I said to Mrs. Smith look!! look at the sea. A small canoe came past & a man was rowing it with a double paddle.
There were a lot of steamers sailing to Cardiff. A white funnel steamer sailed past our picnic from the pier to Avonmouth. It was rough on the sea. I heard the sea crash on the rock & I thought that the sea would sweep over our picnic. But it did not.
The sun was shining in the west & we finished our picnic. I took a photo of us & Margaret thought
That the sun was too late but it was all right.
Mr. Smith, Margaret, & I went for a walk to the top of the hill & we climbed on the rocks & we sat on the rocks & we saw Mrs. Hayes & Mrs. Smith who waved at us. Then we went up to the top of the hill again.
We arrived on the top of the hill & we breathed very good fresh air on the wind & we looked round at the sea for quite a long-time.
We walked on again through the bushes. Mr. Smith tried to go in the private gate & I caught him & I said “Come here Do not go in the private gate.”
I think I was rather like a police man catching Mr. Smith at once!!!!!!!!!!!!
We walked along a path through the field & ran down to the rocks by the sea.
Mr. Smith tried to pretend to
March like a soldier down to the sea. He stopped at the rocks because there were rather big holes near the sea & he was frightened!!!!!!!!!
We went back home down to the rocks & we stopped & looked through the fence & we called Hello to Mrs. Hayes & Mrs. Smith at the bottom of the rocks. They waved to us.
We arrived at the rocks again when Margaret told me all about the list for the train she laughed at me because other people were very rude to watching our picnic but I could not understand & I laughed a lot! Because I thought she said all about a red cigarette box but it was a time table for the train!
We went home again by car & brought the picnic things from the rocks & suddenly Mr. Smith tried to run over the rocks but everyone shouted STOP & go back
at once!!!!! & we drove off to Weston & we said goodbye to the sea.
We rested in the car in the night & listened to the beautiful music from the wireless in the car again & Mr. Smith drove very fast to Weston & I told Mr. Smith not to go to Weston only to Worle so that I could pick up my bicycle & go home.
We arrived at Worle about ten oclock & I sad thank you very much for lovely Picnic Holiday to Margaret & Mrs. Hayes & Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
I enjoyed it very much!!!!
Anstey's Cove in 1937
Holiday to Torquay.
Other Entries from Hugh Flemming's Holiday Book
H.M.S. Furious at Navy Week
The Bristolian - Earle of the Powis Number 5056
Bristol to London, 1938
Picnic Holiday at Ladye Bay, England - Holiday Book 1938 - by Hugh Flemming
Other Entries by Hugh Flemming