Into The Unknown
I've never been one to let the fact that I don't know anyone or what to expect hold me back. One of the perks of being an only child I suppose, you have no choice but to go out there alone and my parents certainly weren't the mollycoddling type. So being on a bus full of total strangers from all corners of the UK didn't bother me much. I was the kid who went off and found an adoptive family to hang around with when on holiday rather than play on my own. These girls became my adoptive family on June 1st 1981 as we drove through HMS Dauntless main gate. Dreary. That's what it looked like to me. In desperate need of modernisation. At the time I was unaware that come the end of 1981 the camp would be decommissioned and basic training would be moved to Plymouth alongside the lads. I have searched for a photo of the camp online but can't find one anywhere that shows just how much it resembled a wartime camp. Around twelve single story wooden huts in 'H' shapes...