I went hostelling in Surrey several times, sometimes with my brother on bicycles, and sometimes walking with CH friends.
I remember excited planning at school, with wild talk of roaming the countryside, and sleeping in barns or haystacks. I'm glad we decided to stay in hostels after all.
We made lists of things we'd need, and divided them up between us. It was like a chapter from "Three Men in a Boat". We only had one pen between us, and would compete for it at night to write up our diaries.
We made a YHA-approved cotton inner sleeping bag (for Caroline?) on the house sewing machine. It was the end of term, and we took great joy in disregarding all we had been taught in our sewing lessons, and making wonky seams with unfinished raw edges.
I had a framed rucksack, with extra foam padding stitched to the straps. Susan had been promised the loan of a rucksack, but there was a misunderstanding and it turned out to be a duffle bag.
We stopped at a village green, and bought individual fruit pies from the shops,and plasters for our blistered feet. The shop keeper disapproved, and said that proper planning would prevent blisters.
Tanner's Hatch was a wonderful place, with a rich dark smell of wood smoke. One of the dormitories had three-tiered bunks. My brother used to stay there free, on the pretext that he was helping the warden.
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On another occasion (possibly after we had left school) a group of us stayed at the hostel in Stratford, to see plays at the theatre. We bought cheap tickets and stood at the back. Our feet ached. I loved the way the last bus did not leave at a fixed time, but waited until the theatre had closed. I think I still have a poster of Hamlet in the attic. It's not mine, I borrowed it from someone. Does anyone claim it?
Really, my memories of the hostelling trips are very hazy. I'm hoping others can add more.