For once I was glad to get on the coach at Victoria station. I noticed in the queue a young mother with three young children, one a babe in arms, and I knew that we were in for a test of tolerance. Sure enough, the youngster screeched at irregular intervals - and loudly. I'm so glad that I was at the opposite end of the coach. It turned out that they were going to Frome for four days camping. I...

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