As a youngster I recall going to "Galloway House" for a month with my class. It was a wonderfully different place and environment from my humble abode in Parkhead. My dormitory was called "Cree" after a local River.
We had lessons daily of course but we also had nice wee trips down to nearby Garlieston to the sweetie shop and to post letters and cards back home to our families in Glasgow.
Sunday's were of course reserved for the church service. I remember one Sunday the Minister going off on one about some perceived witch hunt of a man called Richard Nixon in America. I hadn't a clue who Nixon was then, let alone America, other than the place where Cowboys and Indians lived, but it's funny how things like that stick in your cranium.[/b]
[b]A thing I also remember about that trip was that there were also other children from other parts of Glasgow there too. All around the same age. I actually don't remember much hostility between the various schools and areas. Maybe as most of us kids were nine and ten we simply just enjoyed ourselves like weans should.
I actually returned to Galloway House and Garlieston at the end of December last year. It was the first I had returned in nearly forty year. Garlieston Bay was as lovely as I recalled, although minus the old WW2 wreckage that was there when I was a youngster.
(They used that bay for practicing landings, building Bailey Bridges and Pontoons etc I believe.)
I couldn't get too close to Galloway House itself, due to a "Private" sign but I probably got to within 100 yards and still managed to get a decent look due to it's size.
You can still actually walk around the grounds and some gardens However the weather was atrocious. So I have promised myself I will return one fine Summer's day.
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