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Butlins for Crumblies

sunny 14 °C

We’re now on our way to Delhi and spent our last night in England in this enormous Tudor mansion just west of London.
But we were not the only guests this time. You don’t need a gilt-edged invitation from the Lord of the Manor to get in here; just a pension and a fat wallet. This great house, where King Henry VIII wooed Jane Seymour in 1536, has been converted into an up-market holiday camp for crumblies, (Britspeak for seniors). It’s just like a Butlin’s holiday camp of the 1950s, without the redcoats, the camp beds and the crappy food. How things have changed! The grey-haired oldies staying here today are probably the same people who stayed at Butlin’s, but now they have four-poster beds, haute cuisine and ballroom dancing. We would have stayed longer but worried that we might get used to it. Anyway, India awaits – please meet us in Delhi in a few days.
In the meantime, here’s one of the great oaks in the grounds – quintessentially England.

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Posted by Hawkson 02:50 Archived in England

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The crumblies? Too close to the grumblies for comfort, but nice. Beats Geezers though. I always liked the Australian term - the oldies, though I think that might be for one's parents only. I will look forward to meeting you in Delhi, Bon Voyage.

by Tom

Oh you know how I miss my English stone!

by Liz Astill

Great, and great again in meeting Sheila and James (Jim,) the intrepid travellers. I must now follow their journeys across this world. We, Tiller Girl and I, do do a fine Cheese on Toast.
Have a good trip.

by D. Kaye Holland

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