When travel unravels...
By Sandra Boler
Published: March 23 2007 16:45 | Last updated: March 23 2007 16:45
Agood memory can be a mixed blessing because it means you are also stuck with a near- permanent record of your own past adventures, good and bad. My early journeys were neither glamorous nor particularly eventful, although today they would be unthinkable, if not actually illegal.
As a small child I was regularly sent alone, by train, from Doncaster in Yorkshire to my convent in the south of England with a yellow label around my neck, to be claimed, like a parcel, at Waterloo station by a member of Universal Aunts, the school escort agency, wearing a matching yellow label.
This seemed normal at the time, but I recently found a letter I had written to my mother when I was eight years old, thanking her for a lovely holiday but pointing out politely that I had been sent back a week too soon. In it was included the receipt from Universal Aunts
Wah...