I read with interest your obituary of Denis Healey (5 October). In 1960,my parents took our family to France for the first time, on a camping holiday. Another British family arrived at the campsite and pitched their tents next to ours. Later that evening, and while looking after younger members of the family,I got chatting to the father of the family in the next-door tent. I can’t recall what we chatted about but we got on well and talked for some time.
When we left the following day my father went to pay what we owed and to gather our passports, which we had had to deposit at the desk. Much to his amazement he was handed the passports of Denis Healey and family – obviously the neighbours on the campsite (they were the only other British family on the campsite). The passport matter was resolved and we continued on our way through France.
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Source: theguardian.com