The 1967 pompous headmaster trip to the dales was probably the most memorable of all the school trips I ever partook of, ten years old we all were, 60 of us piled onto two coaches and off to the Yorkshire Dales which was right on the doorstep of our North Leeds primary school, sandwiches and pop packed in a tupperware bowl and a packet of sticky sweets in your (short) trouser pocket, with two shillings to spend if the opportunity arose, life would never be better than this, and the sun was out..