The scout of my fathers youth, in 1956, when they went to Kibblestone Camp here in Staffordshire and had to set everything up including the washing and toilets before sites had things permanently set up.
Although he was from a working class city background without much fancy stuff, going to camp for boys of his generation was about having fun and roughing it, learning to make do, improvise and ultimately survive being on your own.
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