I lived in a small cluster of houses in a little village in the New Forest and the thing I remember the most is a distinct lack of adults. I was lucky enough to have a huge garden too. I remember playing with my friend Hillary who was my age and my little sister a lot – mainly making dens and hiding out in them. I remember my older brother, who had 2 friends his age – Tom and Philip, playing a lot of tricks on us – the main one I remember is falling in rather a large hole that they had covered over with twigs and branches and they thought that was hilarious!
I remember rolling down hills, getting very muddy, jumping in fords and getting my wellies stuck in mud which I seemed to be attracted to (and still am…) I remember playing badminton with a distinct lack of rules, and when we were inside, I remember being in our playroom and dressing up a lot – in
fact there are rather a few incriminating photos of me ‘modelling’ some rather atrocious dresses!
I remember believing that there was a ghost on our stairs, trying to dress up the cat (!) and playing doctors and hospitals with friends. I also remember day trips during the holiday periods – trying and failing not to complain the minute a walk or an impossibly long (probably 5 minute) car journey to some monument was suggested. Generally though I honestly don’t remember many adults being around when playing at home. Apart from a loud voice at tidy up or dinner time and feeling rather annoyed with them…