with love from The Cotswolds (1975)

With love from the Cotswolds

To Hilary, Thankyou very much for the lovely birthday card you sent me, I have forgotten exactly when your birthday is, I know it is soon so please will you let me know. My mum sends your mum her love. I am going to Wadhurst College as a boarder on Sept 10th Have fun Ida.

The text on this card offers no clues about a trip to The Cotswolds; 790 square miles of outstanding natural beauty in South West England.

Indeed the card wasn’t even posted from The Cotswolds as it bears a very clear ‘Tunbridge Wells 1.30pm 20 Aug 1975 Kent’ postmark.

Interestingly the other postmark promoting ‘The Pantiles ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS’ was still being used in 1981

So, forty years ago, here is my good friend Ida dropping me a quick note to thank me for a birthday card. I still know when her birthday is, although, these days, I don’t always remember to send a card in time. I am one of those people that remembers dates, whereas Ida is one of those who doesn’t! Never-the-less, we have exchanged many other sorts of cards over the years 🙂 

 

with love from Upper Slaughter, Gloucestershire (1977)

With love from Slaughter, Gloucestershire

Dear Hilary, Sorry I could not come to the lake on Sunday and I am afraid I cannot come on Easter Day because I am on a cycle trip in the midlands. We stayed here on Thursday night. The weather today was absolutely terribly. Firstly the wind, which was very strong against us and then it decided to snow. It was terrible and everybody got absolutely freezing. We got to the host about 7.30 Love James

An earlier card from James, but still the same year. Much is made of the weather, which sounds a bit miserable for what must have been the Easter Holidays. The post mark is Cheltenham 8th April 1977

Upper Slaughter, pictured on the front, is described on the back as ‘one of the Cotswolds most beautiful villages’ – the macabre name is derived from an old English word meaning muddy place, but don’t let that put you off visiting!

The card is carrying 6½p stamp, being the rate for a small postcard.

 

1977 was obviously the year of James and me! We lived equidistant, in opposite directions, to the lake where our families were members of the local sailing club. This meant that our teen romance was constantly thwarted by dependency on lifts from parents and the various other commitments of our families… needless to say, it did not last long!