A memory from 1958 was going camping on Mersea Island with the School Christian Fellowship. To my shame the only reason I joined the Fellowship was because the RE teacher, Mr. Fry, had advertised a trip to the Isle of Bute in Scotland by train. Soon after I joined, however, the destination changed to Mersea Island – traveling there by bike.
We all cycled there but Mr. Fry had a car, which was also driven by one of the pupils, Anthony Brown. I wonder if he had a license?
We camped out in a field and every day went into the village to distribute religious leaflets. Mr. Fry had a wind-up gramophone and we had to gather round this and join in singing. The gramophone kept running down and had to be frequently wound up. I found the whole experience totally embarrassing and I still shudder to think of it.
I remember when arriving back at school Mr. Fry’s car had a bike strapped across the back, which didn’t quite pass through the school gates. I think the wheels came off worse. Mr. Fry was such a nice guy he didn’t seem like a teacher and made the trip good fun, apart from the singing. I now live in Scotland and have been to the Isle of Bute several times so I don’t hold a grudge. The cycling bit was fun, however, and I wonder if anyone else recalls this trip?