RDP: Excursion


School Excursions

This word particularly reminds me of schooldays and the excursions we were taken on. I did not particularly enjoy school but excursions were usually fun. They gave me an opportunity to go somewhere and see new things and also to get away from the everyday routine of lessons.

Me aged around 14

Excursions in the 1960s were not as elaborate as the school trips of today. All primary school students got taken to the Coca Cola factory. We could watch the bottles whizzing around the assembly line and see a film about how Coca Cola was made. Every kid got a “Coke” ruler.

The first year I was in Australia my class visited an agricultural college. I have to admit that I don’t remember much about the excursion except that we went in two double-decker buses and one of them hit some kind of a cable between two buildings.

In High School, our English teacher who had worked with special needs children arranged for us to visit his former school. It was quite an education for a group of 14-year-olds to see the challenges these children and their teachers had to deal with.

Hallett Cove Conservation Park
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By far the most significant excursion for me was a trip that my class took to Hallett Cove with our science teacher. It was a long trip on the bus from our school in the northern suburbs of Adelaide to the southern beaches. It was the early 1970s and Hallett Cove was not yet a suburb. The day we were there some old beach shacks were being demolished. Hallett Cove is the site of glaciers formed as early as the pre-Cambrian era and there are interesting rock formations. It was a good trip although the area was not yet a conservation park and there were no proper paths. I remember it as being quite hard to clamber about for an awkward, clumsy kid like me.

The significant part is that about seven years later David and I bought a house in the new and growing suburb of Hallett Cove where we lived for the next 25 years.

Hallett Cove sunset. Vmenkov [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D

Author: Taswegian1957

Born in England in 1957 my family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. David passed away in 2015 and I'm here on my own now but I have Cindy the dog and Polly the cat to keep me company. I currently co-write two Wordpress blogs with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania.

2 thoughts on “RDP: Excursion”

  1. You most probably went to Roseworthy College. I remember going there on a school excursion which I know all of my class loved. I think we actually had coaches for the trip. (Bull’s Buses) They were orange and green I think from memory. We were taken all over the farm.I remember some kids were invited to put their fingers in the things used for milking the cows. One kid was scared it would hurt. We were only in grade two so all around seven years old. There were goats walking around freely and some of us walking together saw a goat step on a mouse as it passed us. We were all so sad to see this not thinking of them as pests but pets. We had a fantastic day seeing all the farm animals. I remember the trip to the Coke factory. I went with my grade seven class and got a Coke and an ice block of some sort. I can’t remember what it was now. I was lucky to go on nearly every trip with my class throughout the year which included museums and national parks. Great fun.

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