Holiday in Cornwall, 1952

Last Christmas I met so many Headey cousins for the first time in many years I was prompted to write down as much detail as I could of the visit (or was it visits?) to Grandma and Grandpa Headey in Cornwall, in the early fifties.

All my life I’ve had it in my mind that we made two visits to Cornwall as small children. However since (a) I only have recollections of one coach trip from Liverpool to St. Austell and (b) recollection of only one journey, by train, in the opposite direction, I think now it must only have been one trip that we made – and I know how the confusion may have arisen. I’ll explain later.

As to which year: from all available evidence there was only one possibility. My little brother Ian was old enough to talk (see the anecdotes on Day 1 below for confirmation) and I know I was less than seven thanks to an off the cuff pun made by Dad on Day 1, so I’m pretty sure I was 6 and Ian 3. That would make it the summer of 1952, which ties in with the few photos that survive from the holiday.