Holiday 1975

The first independent holiday I went on was in 1975, when I had just left school. Three of us were to meet at Torquay station. Kabiru failed to turn up [on account of a coup in Kano where his father was now in hiding; which was fair enough] which just left me and Alistair. We were so unprepared that we both brought a tent, which meant we had a lot of weight to cart around looking for a campsite. We found one, then thought about hiring a car to get around [I was an experienced 17 year old driver of 3 months] only to be surprised to find that they were not going to rent me one. I think we enjoyed ourselves for a few days then came home. Not an auspicious start.