I have always liked the idea of travel. At the age of 17 I went to the International Scout Chalet at Kandersteg, Switzerland and during National Service in the RAF I took many chances to travel for weekends from the station where I was stationed in Germany. I took one full leave abroad and had a free travel pass to the Austrian-Italian border. I managed to get round Venice, the Dolomites, Rome, Naples, Sorrento and Capri by public transport. While I was studying for a degree in Oxford I took a party of Scouts to Germany for just over a week.
The year after I finished at Oxford I married Pam and we were pretty hard up - to put it mildly. We were at Exeter for a year and were quite happy to see local plaes, particularly on Dartmoor and Exmoor at weekends. After the year we moved to Baildon, Yorkshire (near Bradford where I had my first teaching job.) Again we were happy to get to know the Yorkshire Dales. After another year we had our first holiday in Scotland - an experience that had to last us a while
Almost before we had time to think we found ourselves, through adoption and home production, with five children under 5 - travel for any distance had to wait a while. When we had three children, all adopted, we spent a week in a house near Nefyn, Lleyn, north Wales. Our first home=produced child showed first signs of her impending existence The following year we took a farmhouse in the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park, South Wales, for two weeks. This proved so wholly suitable for children that we took it again for three weeks in each of the next two years.