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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Butlins in PwllheliNot so much the Butlins (which was about as fun as it can be when you're too big for the ball pool and too young to get served in the bar), but the drive down.
The car overheated somewhere about Kendal, resulting in the bonnet catch sticking and one of the wires to the horn melting. This meant we had a car with the horn going "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP", the bonnet stuck shut, and steam coming out. Eventually I was able to reach into the (very hot) engine compartment and pull the wire off the horn, silencing it forever.
Then the overstressed radiator sprung a leak, necessitating a stop every couple of miles for the engine to cool and more water to be added. We passed the same hitch-hiker six times, and of course he passed us while the car was cooling down.
Length? Not as long as I've been traumatised by it.
(, Wed 8 Aug 2007, 21:23, Reply)
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