I can remember going to Towyn in Wales to a caravan site. Having to cross a railway line by a footbridge, as a steam train went under and blew its steam at me. Terrifying!
We also went to Cornwall can't remember where but it began with a P!
Young brother aged about 6 went into the sea. Terrible currents and he got swept out to sea.. luckily dad ran out into the sea and saved him. Unfortunately brother suffered with convulsions for a long time afterwards.
What do you remember about your early holidays?
Train journeys to exotic places that are now about three hours away by road at the outside.
Nairn, Elgin, Stonehaven, Arisaig, Mallaig and more importantly Highland Perthshire, land of the ancestors.
I'm going back a long time. Early mid fifties maybe I remember the earliest. I can remember going to Bray in NI. I must have been about 13/14. Parents never booked anywhere, just went on spec!
Remember dad knocking on doors asking have you any rooms. One family had three girls, said they would put them in the attic and we could have their rooms.
I remember meeting a lad. Joe Doyle, parents had village shop.
We had a good holiday and kept in touch for a while.
Amazing what memories come up when you start the process!
Our holidays were in Devon and Cornwall, in caravans or a camper van. I remember lots of rain, us all squashed into a small space and my mum being a bit grumpy because she didn’t like being away from home.
talking of memories, one year we (mum, dad, siblings as well as an aunt and uncle) were in a rented cottage in Skipness (I think)
The lady told mum and aunt that the milkman was supposed to deliver daily, but he is erotic.
Too young to understand, but the adults found it funny for a couple of days.
The four of us abandoning a caravan on a cliff at Rockley Sands ,Poole Dorset at about 0200 hrs in the middle of a storm force gale. My parents thought we would be blown over the cliff. The caravan was shaking violently. I was about 4 and sister 10. We slept inland in a Austin A30 that night. :-(
From being a babe in arms, we always went on holiday mostly to Squires Gate Holiday Camp near Blackpool. When I was a bit older we went on the ferry to the Isle of Man. The thing I remember most is that while you were there on holiday, your relatives would come to visit for the day! Very strange.
First holiday when I was 13 years old and myself and another 5 girls from school went to the Gaeltacht - Donegal - to somebody's house - most memorable - the food - home made bread, creamy milk that was warm - right from the cow's udders. Incredible.
Blackpool, being about 5-ish we had relatives there (Mid 70's) I used to love playing the crane game in 'treasure island' I was really good at it... one time I was told by the cashier (getting me 2p's) that a bloke was acting very suspicious hanging around me... I seemed to be alone, he had no idea that two of my uncles were about and six other football players from their team were playing gambling machines in there.