Reading Kiss's thread about daft things we did as kids made me think about childhood holidays.
I didn't travel abroad until I was 16. Almost all of my holidays were at Jaywick in Essex or Dymchurch in Kent. Endless days on the beach digging and damming streams. Heaven.
Dymchurch had the attraction of the Romney-Hythe and Dymchurch Railway. Small steam trains that puffed up and down the coast.
Jaywick is about 50 miles from where we lived but it took all day to get there on the train. I thought we were going to some distant place.
Where did you go on holiday?
It was always Skegness or Chapel St. Leonard's for us. In a caravan or (luxury!) chalet.
Ooooh my Mum's going there soon :shock:
Only went on one family holiday as a child - Broadstairs (Kent I think!).
Don't really remember that much of it as I was quite young.
I remember when i was younger i used to go to the new forest and stay at a place called ladycross every year to stay in one of the cottages. I think we stayed in all of them at least once. I remember going on alot of bike rides, i had a spectacular crash one year and actually dented my head! I was lucky enough to go abroad one i was younger though.
I remember when i was 11 i went on a french exchange. Me and one boy didnt wear sunscreen, we got sunburnt so bad that we had HUGE blisters on our shoulders.....lovelly :shock:
We always went the Rhyl (well Towyn) with my grandparents, same caravan, same week every year :shock:
Mind you .... we've a caravan now and every year end up in Scarborough (despite promising the kids we'll go eleswhere)
One of my favourite memories of my grandparents is Towyn on a rainy day so can't moan too much LOL. Miss them both so much :inlove:
Cx
Not a lot of money around when we were kids so we often went to stay with my Mums sister and husband on their farm which had the added advantage of being by the seaside as well (in NZ)There were 5 kids in my family and my aunt and uncle had 8 kids so it was great as we always had company and got on really well. Remember 1 year we went to a campsite with them for a few days. Someone caught a crab and put it in a bucket under the camp bed. Yes of course it escaped and I didnt sleep again on that holiday in case it crawled into bed with me :shock:
allways went to St Ives end less sunny days on the golden sand. wish i was there now