For me Willows is a special place as it has all my holiday memories wrapped up in it. The only holiday that the McCleland family took was to spend the Easter holiday at Willows. My brain is crammed full with happy almost long forgotten recollections which include activities such as catching mullets in the pool and building huge dams around the water from the spring running through the shower. Amongst my pack of memories there is only one negative experience. This happened one hot weekend when my canoe capsized and I was trapped in it, fortunately only momentarily.

Main picture: Willows in the 1950s

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