The final concert today of the junior camp was wonderful, but can't believe its all over for another year. Before the final presentation has started the striking team has arrived and half the tents are down. Its a horrible feeling, you feel like shouting "stop! those are our homes".
Avril Dankworth's husband Les used to be fascinated that the last thing to be put away when camp went down was the big white fridge. The mess marquee would be dismantled, and the fridge would just stand there like a tomb stone to what had gone before.
Its odd to stand in the empty field when everyone has gone. No people, no voices, no music.
All the tunes and faces from the three weeks replay in your mind. Quite emotional really.
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