It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Why you shouldn't go on holiday to Wales.When I was eleven I went with my Dad, my sister and another family to have a spring camping trip on the Pembrokeshire coast. The village we were staying in was called 'New Gale', which turned out to be apt as the first two nights were spent trying to pin down the tents which we'd pitched right on the edge of a cliff whilst severe coastal storms threatened to blow us into the brine below.
It was at the start of the third day, waking up inside a rainwater-filled polythene sack to find our supplies tent AWOL somewhere in the Irish Sea that we decided to pack up and go home. My Dad said we could go to Drayton Manor instead, but we never did.
Still, we got to go to St David's, the smallest city in Britain. And I got some top trumps in the village shop.
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Zuowan, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 19:43,
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