Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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Kelling Heath Caravan ParkIf anyones ever heard of Kelling Heath in Norfolk they might know what I'm on about....
Dad owned a blue Austin Allegro which loaded with Mum, Dad, Brother, me and everything needed for a two week sojourn in my grandparents caravan always felt like it was somewhat overloaded.... which led to early pant browning incidents when we had to go up "The Big Hill" TM. Its somewhere just north of the M25 and I NEVER thought we would make it (I know now that Dad had to pretty much drop it into first gear to keep us going!) - but we always did.
I've got NOTHING bad to say about those holidays, I remember the taste of a proper cooked breakfast with the smell of the sea in the morning air, unending walks with the dogs and just a great feeling of closesness to my clan (this was helped when the grandparents arrived for the second week, in a VERY small caravan).
I've also smuggled persian rugs into North Cypress which father & I would smoke on the balcony getting pished on the local "brandy" - but thats another story.
Looking back I realise what my parents gave up for me and although it was just a caravan, they were the best holidays of my life.
- Dries eyes, txts father & arranges drink down the pub ASAP - sniff!
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 13:54, Reply)
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