My Old Stomping Ground

This is the view from the Welcombe Hills, which are the highest point in Stratford on Avon. The roof and chimneys belong to the Welcombe Hotel, and in the background is Stratford.
We used to live near here when I was a child, and my parents were still there right up to when they died. Although it's only a few miles from where we now live, we've never been back up here since, so decided to take the boys for a walk there today. 
From about this very point, C (Nikonabike) was chasing our son on their bikes years ago, and C hit a rabbit hole and came off, breaking his collar bone (I was bringing up the rear as per normal, and not racing). We had to make our way down to the hotel, where they called an ambulance to take him to hospital.
It was also very near to here that they made a hospital in a large country house during the First World War. This is where they brought my Granddad to after he developed frostbite whilst in Gallipoli. It was there that he lost all but two of his toes, and where he met the lady who was to become his wife, my Granny, (a nursing assistant at the hospital) when she took him for walks along the nearby paths in his wheelchair during his recovery. Earlier this afternoon, before we went on our walk, we had visited Halls Croft in Stratford, where there is currently an exhibition about WW1 in Stratford, and includes a display about the hospital, and a scrap-book written by one of the nurses (see Nikonabike's blip today).
I've also camped up here in the hills several times, with the Girl Guides, and we made those damper things where you mix flour and water and twirl them around a stick and cook them over the campfire.  I don't suppose for one minute that they'd be allowed to do that nowadays, wot wiv the elf 'n safeteee.
Happy days..................
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