[Closed] School trips. Where did you go?

Real uncle or 'special sausage uncle'?

😆 Actual, honest to goodness, Dad's oldest brother, uncle.

but "uncle" sausage is always special innit?

rofl
actually we used to go to that river for geography field trips too. measuring stuff like flow rates in different positions.

probability of one person getting dunked was approaching 1.

I'm glad someone appreciated it!

The teachers had been making a thing about it for weeks before hand. if you pushed someone in you were dead meat, somehow I knew it was gonna be me. we were down by the ford and pub in Farningham village, my mate was stood right at the edge he said he'd like to go in. next thing you know I pushed him. No real punishment either.

Another one for SS Uganda, May 1980 I think.
Spain, Portugal and Morocco.
Seemed to remember it being a good trip until sea sickness caught up with me in the last few days!
No drunken, debauched behavior here, I was only 10!

Whitby & Robin Hood's bay in Juniors, plus Henry Moire sculpture park.
Power station in Selby (iirc), highlight of that trip was hearing on the coach radio that Maggie Thatcher was out. That & pocketfuls of earplugs to flick at the girls all day.
Camping trip to Sherwood Forest, basically running wild for 4 days while the teachers nursed hangovers and then produced new ones.
Could never afford to go on the foreign ones.

Visited the local brewery with the rest of my chemistry A level class, but the teacher would only let us have a half 🙁

Also visited the Pyramids in Cairo, but that was as a teacher, and not half as fun!

Two weeks in the French alps in summer 1990.

Fantastic holiday. They took us to the UN headquarters, Lake Geneva, up Mont Blanc and a ton of other stuff.

We had a couple of girls in our year who saw the European trips as a great business opportunity.
A week in Innsbruck could see most of North Manchester clothed in shoplifted Sergio Tacchini.
All shall have new trainers.

They even used to take orders before the trip
😐

Minworth sewage works - a real highlight (if only for the humour relating to the volume of johnnies in the sewage)

We used to go on Summer Camp, lots of this sort of thing happened in the states.

Mostly we went to St Pete's or Naples, invariably sailing, building camps, fires, egos'.

T'was ace.

A friends school used to do trips to Sellafield - before Sellafield had a visitor centre- so it was a tour in and around the working facility.

On the way out they'd pass through a radiation detector that would go off for every third or forth pupil. The guide would just laugh and say 'don't worry, it does that all the time.'

For ourselves I can remember a geography field trip to to Grassmere to see how thousands of years of glacial erosion had created textbook example of a tourist trap. And a sixth form trip to Paris - we couldn't quite make up the numbers for the trip to be viable so one of our teacher's wives recruited 6 girls from the school she taught at in central Liverpool. They. were. ****ing. mental.

I went to Minworth too. It was at junior school so jonny jokes were a bit 'blue' for us.

One year halfof the year went to Legoland, then other half went to Snibston science park. I went to Snibston. Legoland would probably have been more fun.

Wouldn't happen nowadays, H & S & all that crap. More's the pity.

We were let loose in Istanbul, Athens, Naples, Corfu, Rhodes etc in groups of 3 and no adults and not a hi-viz jacket between us.

And climbing in the Peaks and Snowdonia - teachers would be fired for what we got away with 😉

The best ever trip, and one I'll never forget was a few nights stay on the world's 2nd oldest floating warship training ship Foudroyant. We scrubbed the decks, ate at the long tables and slept in hammocks. Fkn brilliant it was!

I spent a week on her in my second year at University, working on the upkeep. Absolutely facinating, especially delving in places below decks as we were intended to get some insight into her construction methods etc. This was just before she went to Hartlepool and was restored. Well worth a visit if you ever go there

Now reverted to her original name, HMS Trincomalee
http://www.hms-trincomalee.co.uk

At primary school we went on a 5-day trip to Brittany. We saved up for about 12 months in advance by taking in a few quid each week.

At high school we went to Quarry Bank Mill (mentioned earlier) twice! But it was only a 45-min drive for us. We went to what was called the Menai Centre on Anglesey too. Also went on a 3-day netball trip to Cardiff, which was hideously boring (the netball was boring, NOT Cardiff!)

In the 6th Form I went on an A-level biology trip to the Nelson Centre on Anglesey, mucking about in rock pools and measuring limpets.

Meant to add this to the above:
My best trips were the two sailing 'expeditions' whilst at 6th form college. Starting at Calshot activities centre, sail in Wayfarers to Newtown Creek IOW, camp. Get up at stupid O'clock to catch the tide and sail all round the bottom of the IOW and camp at Bembridge. A very long day in a dinghy. Sail to Camp near Bosham to the east of Portsmouth, get pissed on local cider at the Old House at Home Chidham ( I had never encountered real cider before).
Get up with the worst headache ever at 5 am the following morning to sail back to Calshot . I didn't start to feel even vaguely well until we were past Gosport.

Marvelous ( except I can't touch cider to this day)

cairo zoo
cairo citadel
butser hill
some youth hostel in wales
calshot
marwell zoo
somewhere in france by the sea

My Dad was head of Modern Languages at a large Comp in Walsall. Frrom the late 50s he took students on foreign trips all the way through until the early 80s when they shut the steelworks and, well, everything else.
My memories of being small are of Easter and Summer holidays on a coach travelling all round France and Germany from about 4 years old up till 11 or 12.

From school we went to Beaudesert for a week, to the Lakes for a week, Carding Mill Valley, various castles, Shakespeare at Stratford and the Ludlow festival, then there was Youth Orchestra - Yugoslavia, France, Belgium and Holland, and also Germany. I was never allowed to go to Alton Towers at the end of summer term because my parents didn't approve 🙁

Dieppe - famous for bringing back knives & fireworks; particularly the wrongly implemented good cop / bad cop drill on a bus full of innocent faces in the wee hours of the morning - if you haven't broken us with the bad cop drill it's no use trying good cop 😀 The following morning it was like an Airfix WWII around the villages of Sussex.
Bournemouth, York &
Paris (as 6th formers including late night trolley races & cheap wine)

inchcolm island
&
castlerigg religous retreat

Malvern at middle school and Llangurig at high school, both awesome - I may say I pulled a hilarious stunt at Llangurig, bought some dried fruit on the way up then laid it out so that Mr Steteczny thought I was eating rabbit droppings ( and not sultanas - hopefully...).

I was the dropout that stopped our history class going to Moscow in 1989 - with the benefit of hindsight.. 🙁

esselgruntfuttock - Member
2 trips to London for Schoolboy International footy at (the old) Wembley

Did a few of those. Being down in Devon it made for a nice trip. The footy was boring though.

Also quite a few trips to Science Museum (yay) / Natural History Museum (yawn, except bits where you could press buttons).

Numerous trips to various coastal bits round Devon. Our school used to go to Barbrook a lot also, doing Valley of the Rocks, Lynton/Lynmouth, Watermouth Castle.

Then north Wales, I forget where we stayed but was Geography trip with some eco warrior farm, hydro damn place, Snowdon, Ffestiniog down the slate mine (way before the bike place was built sadly), up the railway.

Hinkley Point nuclear power station, wearing radiation detectors 😀

Not exactly a trip as such, but had a period of local-ish activity stuff every few weeks involving option of either rock climbing on Dartmoor or pot holing somewhere under Buckfastleigh. I did the pot holing. Loved it at the time, but no way I'd do it now. Idea of crawling down tight squeeze muddy holes head first with no way of turning back or around, just relying on the instructor in front freaks me out now. Pretty sure this would be a H&S victim now.

Only overseas was ski trip to Zell Am See where I learnt to ski.

look like the Uganda was a bit popular!! My trip was in about'75 she must have been quite new then. Big storm in Med one night lost the gangplank all decks awash with vom. Warks LA had centre at Llandudno junction so a few trips there great orm in 6th form also trawsfynnyd enjoyed that fast forward to 2000 taking trips as teacher to Howtown great fun doing the outward bound thing

Going to see the Mary Rose and Golden Hinde in primary school. I can't recall anything mischievous happening.

Then at secondary school ...

Holland: flicknives, ninja stars, a bunch of us getting a) lost after leaving the hotel and then b) into a fight with the local kids. That was the first 'proper' fight I'd been. There was blood and awkward should-I-kick-or-punch manoeuvres followed by running away. Also our first introduction to drinking lager.

Brittany (France, not Spears): everyone except me and a mate got food poisoning from shell fish. So just for good measure wheel fish was served the next night again. Two of us ate well that night.

Austria ski trip: during the bus journey I quaffed 2 litres of strawberry yop bought at a French service station, then promptly vomited in the bus. We arrived in our hotel room to discover a p0rn stash under the mattress in the dorm. Like good school children, we have them to Mr Matthews the gym teacher. Never saw those again and a few years later I heard he was to be investigated on suspicion of something. Then one of the lads in the dorm kept finding notes scrawled with writing about Acacia Avenue on his pillow. We finally discovered it was one of the kids who had gone a bit mental with his Iron Maiden fantasy.

Then I moved to boarding school near Oxford and the ski trip was to Colorado and would cost £6,000. So I didn't go to that.

Strangely I don't recall any school trips going 'up north'. It must've been too dangerous.

Which rector of kbt academy? Not big Jim?

I'll declare an interest I went there and my dad taught there.