When I was a girl, I regularly played in some woods which were not far from our family home. Our house looked out on a small brook and having crossed a bridge, you were quickly into the woodland.
I think I would be seven or eight, which sounds young but children had a much freer existence back in the 1960s, when this happened. I went out to play on my own one afternoon, and I hadn’t been in the woods long before I became aware that I needed a poo. I had done wees in the woods before (although I had stung my bum on a nettle the last time I had tried that trick!) but normally, if I needed a number two I would just go back to our house and use the toilet.