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CHAPTER 15
AN INTERLUDE IN SALCOMBE

It was the evening of the General Election and as we passed
through the High Street in Stamford, Ted Heath had just been
proclaimed the new Prime Minister.
Ruth and I were on holiday. Baby Helen had been “parked”
with her grandparents and we were off to Salcombe for four
days sailing. The company Ford Anglia was now equipped
with “electrics” sufficient to power a trailer light board and
“Bamboozle”, our sailing dinghy was “attached” to the by now
overworked and re shaped rear bumper!
All my Firestone colleagues or at least the ones who had
won a place in the most recent sales competition had been sent
for four days in Rome; my results had been delayed or my boss
“Fred” had done some late recalculations but I had been found
to have won the chance for Rome but too late for a ticket. I was
told I could choose any hotel in the UK for four nights.
Sailing took up our every leisure moment and the thought
of sailing in “strange” waters gave us an extra impetus.
Hillary was the wife of our sailing Club Commodore and
also the daughter of Geoff Hutson who owned the town’s
largest ironmongers. Geoff had been one of my first clients at
The Standard when I was “cutting my teeth” on classified
adverts in 1960.

CHOOSING SALCOMBE
The very next club night we asked Hillary if she had any
knowledge of a “nice” hotel anywhere in the UK where we
could take “Bamboozle” and enjoy a sailing holiday.
“The Tide’s Reach” at Salcombe was her first choice and so
it was for us. The rooms were duly booked and journey
planned.

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