It was around the mid 1950s when I set out on an occasional venture. I was carrying a one-year-old daughter and holding the hand of the other as we boarded the bus from Cowplain to Havant Station.
There we clambered aboard the Hayling Billy for the lovely scenic journey across the sea to Hayling.
After the long tiring trudge to the beach we settled down for the picnic – IT POURED!!