Bloody rain and holidays

[Uncle Mort]

Unfortunately my old mum never did make a mint, though she did the pools religiously. I never had a continental holiday 'til I'd been earning for a long while.  

Horace Batchelor ~ that name doesn't 'alf take me back.

[Pastis]

I can't believe I remembered those words... oh dear 

Oh, and by the way,  me Dad didn't win a fortune. 'Twas a lie. We just switched to towing the 'van abroad for the sunshine, like.

[Snoopy]

Joking apart I can only remember 2 holidays with my parents. Once we stayed for a week in a caravan in Pagham (Sussex) and once for a week on a houseboat on the IoW (Wooton Creek). I have recently checked my memory with my brother and he confirms they were the only times we ever went away from home ~ every other year we were sent to stay with rellies for a couple of weeks in the summer (always my mother's half sister or mum's brother and his wife).

I didn't get to go abroad until the RAF sent me and then some bugger was shooting at me.

[Miss Creant Commander of the picklement and baking BAb(Hons)]

We didn't do holidays either really.  Once went to St David's for a week in a caravan 1972ish.  Camping holiday somewhere in the UK wet, cold and muddy and an adder shedding it's skin under my camp bed is about all I remember so guess about 1964.

My sister and I were dispatched Bridport to an aunt for two weeks one summer, she had children the same sort of age as us but we had never met them it was weird but fun by the end.  Other summers our mother would take us for a week to her mothers on the South coast.  She lived in a tiny cottage and I can remember the smell of it as I type.  Sand in warm sandwich spread sandwiches for lunch on the beach.

[Pastis]

Anyone remember jars of Russian salad?  It sounded so exotic but,   

[barmisspah?]

Anyone remember jars of Russian salad?  It sounded so exotic but,   

Oh my god yes !

We used to go and stay with my Mum's family in Middlesbro till I were 12, then we started to go camping abroad. After the first nights disaster putting the tent up, Dad decided it would be better to stay in roadside B & B's until we got to the campsite proper ( & again on the way back).

I remember one year on the way home from Italy, we stopped for the night just over the French border; it wasn't till we were nearly at Calais that my Dad realised he'd left his attache case with all the passports & ferry tickets in the B&B bedroom, so we had to drive all the way back again to get them. Such fond memories.

[Nick]

We spent most years in fecking caravans in NOrth Wales  Gas mantles!

We went to Ireland in '66 for a change and walked into an IRA bombing campaign (50 th anniversary of summat, so it was a commemorative bombing campaign, like) I brought some rubble back as a souvenir.

Went on hols by myself to France in '71.  Ended up in hospital with malnutrition. (tried to cycle 40 miles a day living only on spaghetti and peaches)

Ooh, forgot. Parents came into some money in '67 and we went to Italy. I got stung by a jellyfish and spent 2 days in horsepickle!

[Snoopy]

We spent most years in fecking caravans in NOrth Wales  Gas mantles!

We went to Ireland in '66 for a change and walked into an IRA bombing campaign (50 th anniversary of summat, so it was a commemorative bombing campaign, like) I brought some rubble back as a souvenir.

Went on hols by myself to France in '71.  Ended up in hospital with malnutrition. (tried to cycle 40 miles a day living only on spaghetti and peaches)

Ooh, forgot. Parents came into some money in '67 and we went to Italy. I got stung by a jellyfish and spent 2 days in horsepickle!

Why oh why did your parents not call you Jonah?

You have devoted a lifetime to surviving chaos 

[Nick]

But I am still here 

[Pastis]

Where? 

[Barman]

Where? 

[Nick]

House 2, and preparing to ignore the wretched Bank Holiday 

[Just One More]

Holidays as a kid were spent at Butlitz. Such wonderful places like Minehead (I actually liked it there), Pwhelli, Filey, Bognor Regis, Skegness, Ayr, Clacton. My memories are of it raining a lot  which meant a lot of time spent with dad in the snooker hall, being on 1st or 2nd sitting and waiting outside the dining hall for meals  and saving the bread rolls to feed the ducks afterwards. Oh, and the plague of ladybirds one summer (1976?), the sea wall and promenade at Minehead was a moving sea of red. Looking back it wasn't much, but I remember we enjoyed every moment

[Nick]

I recall one summer in Tenby (I must have been about 7 or . Walking back alone from the bogs to the caravan I was stopped by two plod who asked my name. WHen I told them they said:

"OK, you aren't the little boy we are looking for."

I heard

"OK, you are the little boy we are looking for." 

I fled and spent the rest of the week in hiding!

[Snoopy]