Hello again. 😁
As promised a few days ago, I have returned with Part 2 (of 4) of my short series of blogs about the times I went camping with my class at primary school. In Part 1, I talked about a place called Journey's End in the Canterbury region of Loburn. One thing I didn't mention was that it was the camp that was the second longest distance from Christchurch out of the 4. The #1 spot for that title goes to Part 3's location. Stay tuned for that one. However, if Journey's End was #1 for anything, it would've been the most remote and secluded campsite, given its close proximity to the forest.
So, you're probably wondering where I went to next. Before I get right into it, just like in Part 1, a short disclaimer. Any thoughts and opinions of the campsites mentioned in these blogs are purely from the time I went there, which was a few decades ago now. They don't necessarily reflect how things are at these locations in 2026. I don't really have much in mind that could be seen as negative, but just in case somebody could get upset about it (it's the 21st century after all), I thought I'd better cover my butt anyway.
OK, so... The year of my second school camping trip was 1991. I was 10 this year. Just like the previous year, building up to the annual trip was the same routine. This is when and where, bring these items, prepare for the Thursday night Camp Concert if you're planning anything. If you don't understand some of these references by now, you should probably read Part 1 before continuing, because I won't be going into detail about certain things now that I've talked about some of them.
The destination - Rangiora Leigh Holiday Park. Or simply Leigh Camp as it was referred to back then. To find this campsite, you head north out of Christchurch until you reach Kaiapoi (alternatively, you can also pass through Woodend, if you want to). From there, head northwest towards the town of Rangiora. After which, you head across the Ashley River on Cones Road, but don't turn into the town of Ashley. Basically the same path as before, when going to Journey's End. However, you must take the next left onto Dixons Road. Aaaaand...you're there! Not a very long drive at all. Keeping along the motorway, you'll be there in well under an hour.
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Upon arrival (back in 1991), we were greeted by a massive field with a line of buildings along the opposite end from the main street entrance. We could tell that a lot of activities could potentially take place here (more on this soon). At this time, there was the main building, which had the area for eating meals and doing various other indoor activities, which will be covered shortly. Outside had a line of cabins, capable of accommodating a decent number of beds. There weren't many small cabins that I could see, if any. This may have changed since. One (maybe 2?) of these cabins was located across the field away from the rest of the complex. You know, the perfect spot for late night shenanigans. Those of you who read Part 1 will understand where I'm getting at. I'm not sure where the adults stayed at this campsite as we never really got to see where they went.
There was also a story going around, and when I think about it now, I think the teachers were responsible for the rumour. Up a small hill nearby, there was a chapel. We were told that it was haunted, and if any of us were misbehaving during the hours we were meant to be sleeping (and possibly other times), they were told to go into the chapel to sleep there. To my understanding, a small handful did end up being sent there. I never heard of any follow-up reports about what went on up there overnight... Probably because they never came back... 👹 No, not really. The whole haunting story was B.S.
Anyway...
At this camp, there were 2 classrooms. Both from the same age and level. Back then it was called Standard 3 or 4, today's equivalent being Years 5 & 6. A brief history of school levels here in New Zealand (based on my 1980's observations) - Up until around 1998, the classes were divided into different levels. Years 1 & 2 were called J1 and J2 (J for Junior). At first, the Year 1 students would be referred to as New Entrants. After this came the next 4 years (3 to 6). They were Standard 1, 2, 3 and 4. I never understood why "Standard" was used here. Then came what is commonly known as the Intermediate years (7 and 8), which was then known as Form 1 and 2. Why "Form"? I'm as clueless as you are, my friend. Then came the high school years (9 to 13), which was just a continuation of the Intermediate designation - Forms 3 to 7. So, now you know...but do you understand though? Hmm.
Another anyway...
So, the teacher I had for this year was once again Mr. Cooper (R.I.P.). The class that tagged along with us...I can't remember the teacher's name, but I do remember her being the school's in-house fitness expert. Thus my introduction to the perils of future Physical Education classes had been exposed to me. It was most likely this camping experience that made me hate high school P.E. class in advance. Why? Well, it wasn't just the fact we "had" to do some exercises in the main hall at a selected part of each day. No, no. The absolute worst part of it was that EVERY MORNING...BEFORE BREAKFAST...we all had to run circuits around that huge as field I previously mentioned. BEFORE breakfast! It felt like we were at bootcamp! So, yeah. As you'd imagine, I wasn't a huge fan of that teacher and I'm glad I had Mr. Cooper back home instead.
Speaking of keeping fit, there was of course the mandatory hiking trip. For some reason, I don't remember there being many this time. I feel as though we walked more at Journey's End. Mind you, we were probably too worn out from the exercising back at the campsite, thank you very much, Mrs. Drill Sergeant. But the hike was fine though.
I should probably mention that my homesickness was well and truly absent by the time this camping trip took place. That was just a one-off thing. By the time Leigh Camp entered the scene, I was ready.
While on the hiking trip, there was a part where we ended up along the river bed. It was dried up a little. Maybe it was low tide, I don't know. Anyway, while we were out there, one of the girls from the other class - who just happened to be my nextdoor neighbour at the time - found an abandoned cat. I'm not sure how long they were out there, but the poor wee thing must have been rather cold. So, without question, the cat ended up returning to the campsite with us and eventually went back to Christchurch. I bet her family back home weren't expecting her to go on camp and come back with a new pet. The cat was given the name Marmalade. I liked that cat. Miss them a little, to be honest. At least I got to say hello from time to time while I was visiting.
Back at the campsite, there were the usual activities in the main hall, but there were also a few unexpected ones too. I mentioned the exercises we had to do. Well, on one particular day (I think it was just the one time?), one of the other boys from my class (shout out to Tali, if you're reading this) decided to basically hijack the lesson by teaching us all some of his own exercises. As an avid fan of MC Hammer, we found ourselves copying Tali busting moves. It must have been quite the sight watching us all boogying along to, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Here comes the Hammer!" It wasn't just the one song either. We got, possibly, a solid 3 or 4 songs out of it (from memory, "Here Comes the Hammer", "Pray", "Have You Seen Her?" and, of course, "U Can't Touch This"). So, thank you, Tali, for making exercising tolerable. We were most grateful.
I'm not one to make many complaints about the campsites, but if there was one here, the only complaint I'd make was the location of the boy's/men's shower facilities. I can't say a lot about what the girls had, but for us guys, we had our showers in the same place as the boiler room. Do you know how bad a boiler room smells? I went in sweaty, came out feeling like a train conductor. Didn't like that bit. Otherwise, no problemo! As I recall, when it came to the writing part of our daily lessons (we still did school work), I just HAD to mention the bad smell. I think it got a few laughs as Mr. Cooper read it out loud.
Now, I can't pass the opportunity to talk about the overnight shenanigans in these blogs. Every camp had them, so every blog entry will give them the spotlight. As I mentioned before, my cabin of choice was on the opposite side of the field, away from everything else. So, this was (almost) complete freedom to be as loud as we pleased. This, of course, is a flawed concept, but try to explain this to 10-year-olds. Of course, late at night when people are trying to sleep, it doesn't matter how far away you are. Loud voices travel. So, of course, like last time, Mr. Cooper would do his rounds of checking on us. But unlike last time, it was a little harder for us to keep being on lookout duties. A few times he would appear without being spotted. This probably led to a few misfits heading up to the chapel, come to think of it.
But when we weren't too loud to cause trouble, there were still some moments where talking continued. On a few occasions, it was in the form of stories. Often being told by our resident funnyman, Gerard, who seemed to like telling stories about the Mongrel Mob for some reason, when he wasn't telling jokes. Fun times.
To cap off this blog entry, another topic I can't leave without mentioning is the Camp Concert. Yes, there was one at every camp, and they were alway fun. However, I have since come to realise something tragic. Of all 4 camps I've been on through school, the Camp Concert for Leigh Camp is the only one I can't remember any of the sketches from. It makes me sad to realise this. I'm not sure why, but then again, I could probably get away with it by saying it was 35 years ago (at the time of writing this). Age is a killer and should be put in jail.
As always though, the camp would come to an end. Overnight mayhem was near non-existent on the Thursday, and we were on our way home by Friday morning. At the end of it all, I think I had more fun at Leigh Camp than I did at Journey's End, but that could just be because of the lack of homesickness this time. I also had a few classmates that were good friends to hang out with as well, so there was no reason for me to isolate myself. It made it more fun, with the exception of the daily pre-breakfast run, of course. Screw P.E.
If you wish to learn more about the Rangiora Leigh Holiday Park, click on the link near the beginning of the blog (above the map) and it will take you to their website. I will be posting Part 3 in a few days time. For that one, I have more memories to share than I did here. 😸









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