I was 18. I took several trains to Immingham, then a ferry to Sweden and a train to Ockelbo to stay with penfriend (male) and family for a few days. All above board.
Penpal (Ric) then took me to Stockholm to stay with his cousins, who were all stoned. They drove though parks, aiming at trees. I was not stoned and was scared. We went up the Stockholm tower and explored quaint alleyways.
While in the Kings palace, quite by chance, I met 2 school friends, who were most surprised to see me there with Swedes!
I also missed my ferry back as Thomas Cook booked me on a train, but the winter timetable had come into force (August) and it didn't run. I never told them (would be a compensation claim today!!!).
Three fun nights in the youth hostel in Gothenburg with a load of icelanders. Luckily, I had a bit of money left over. A guy from London 'borrowed' £10 (first time I learnt that borrowing didn't actually mean 'borrowing', but keeping)
Quite an eventful holiday.
I remember ringing home to tell them and got my gran who was stone deaf. Luckily, the next time got mum, but it cost a bit in phone calls!!
After that, well, the world was my sausage!!!
So it begins….. Streeting resigns


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