You asked about the trip to Cornwall. As I remember it, our family went with Sister Cora, and it was to Newquay. I don't remember if we teamed up with your family and Sister Ethel--that's quite possible. I have a clear recollection of being on that long train journey across-country, and particularly of Sister Cora's excitement when we were crossing the Salisbury Plains, and you could see the spire of Salisbury Cathedral in the distance. Little did I know then that one day my own daughter would be living out in Wiltshire, and that we would be up inside that very spire, lo these many years later! :-)
I think we went down to Lands End on that trip, and I have this memory of seeing the coastline stretched out along a bunch of small rocky islands that just petered out into the ocean, and a world beyond that which was unimaginable for me at that time. It really did seem like the End of it all, and well named. Don't remember much of anything from Newquay itself. Did we stay at the NCH branch there?
Wish I'd known about that one pound note that you helped bury in the Girls Woods! Imagine all the times I was in those woods, and could have! Ah well, I had enough Cadbury's, and Licorice Allsorts in my time. More than enough most likely! :-)
When Ferens was being converted to flats, our family went over to Botteley for a while. Not that I remembered the name of the house, but I knew it was the next one to Wakefield, the house which was at the end of the boys houses.
Isn't it funny, the bits of our past one remember so clearly, and the great stretches of time in which nothing at all seemed to happen?! I wonder what it is that makes some very brief moments so vivid? There's a topic for a doctoral dissertation if anyone wants it?!
All the best,