morgana the secret garden All posts by this member | 1 of 6 Mon 23rd Feb 2015 1:00pm Member: Joined Nov 2011 Total posts:1932 Wyre Farm was also used as a holiday camp for Coventry children after WWII, as well as during the war, as I recall one my sisters going for a holiday there with her class. Does anyone else recall going there.
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Wearethemods Aberdeenshire All posts by this member | 2 of 6 Mon 23rd Feb 2015 3:10pm Member: Joined Jun 2013 Total posts:475 Wyre Farm (Cleobury Mortimer) was the City of Coventry Boarding School which has been mentioned previously in another thread under the main topics. I went there during the school summer holidays for a week in the early 1960s when the dormitories were open to non-boarders. I went with a party from Broadway Junior School, Earlsdon. |
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morgana the secret garden All posts by this member Thread starter | 3 of 6 Mon 23rd Feb 2015 3:57pm Member: Joined Nov 2011 Total posts:1932 Thank you Wearethemods. I must have missed that thread. Yes it was a boys' boarding school but in the holidays when the boarders went home the schools used it for a holiday for all the kids. At Barkers Butts School anyway. |
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Wimero Nr Rugby All posts by this member | 4 of 6 Fri 27th Mar 2015 4:14pm Member: Joined Mar 2015 Total posts:168 Actually I wish my mum had sent me there, I bet it was good fun. Always imagined it was some sort of Borstal type place the way my mum said it. |
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morgana the secret garden All posts by this member Thread starter | 5 of 6 Fri 27th Mar 2015 7:17pm Member: Joined Nov 2011 Total posts:1932 ![]() |
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Ron55 Burnham on sea All posts by this member | 6 of 6 Sat 18th Apr 2015 9:47pm Member: Joined Apr 2015 Total posts:5 I went there for a weeks holiday in 1950. I remember sweets were still on ration because one lad gave his coupons for a dead rabbit and it went mouldy. Was very basic and the canteen smelt of cabbage. Remember going up breakneck hill in the forest. It was the first time I had been away from home on my own, no holidays those days, could not afford. Had to be ten or over to go. We used to sing a little ditty about bread and jam we never see nor no sugar in our tea. Ah those were the days. |
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