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How many of you can
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recall the very first holiday you went on, as a child?
Mine was at the age of 8, at a B and B in Blackpool, somewhere in the Tower region.
The landlady was a fearsome lady , very large in a cross-over apron and a hair-net.Every morning at 8 am the hatch between the dining room and the kitchen would be flung open and there she was.
She would then reel off the breakfast menu in a loud voice, and you made your choice. On the list every day were "Heggs" , boiled, fried or scrambled.
As child I had a job to stop laughing, as the guests replied with things like "I'll have a boiled "hegg", and so on.
Then one tea time , I got a caterpillar on my salad and my Dad took the plate back to the hatch , where May the landlady picked it off and threw it in the sink, without saying a word .I felt very sick and left the rest.
But the sea and the sands were brilliant!
Mine was at the age of 8, at a B and B in Blackpool, somewhere in the Tower region.
The landlady was a fearsome lady , very large in a cross-over apron and a hair-net.Every morning at 8 am the hatch between the dining room and the kitchen would be flung open and there she was.
She would then reel off the breakfast menu in a loud voice, and you made your choice. On the list every day were "Heggs" , boiled, fried or scrambled.
As child I had a job to stop laughing, as the guests replied with things like "I'll have a boiled "hegg", and so on.
Then one tea time , I got a caterpillar on my salad and my Dad took the plate back to the hatch , where May the landlady picked it off and threw it in the sink, without saying a word .I felt very sick and left the rest.
But the sea and the sands were brilliant!
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Apart from 'staying with relatives' we never went on holiday throughout most of my childhood.
Every year, without fail, my father would fill in the voucher in the Radio Times which enabled you to get a whole load of holiday brochures for the cost of just one stamp.
Every year, without fail, he'd spend dozens of hours looking through those brochure for the best bargains.
Every year, without fail, he'd decide on going to a hotel in Cromer.
Every year, without fail, he'd procrastinate to mid-August.
Every year, without fail, he'd then spend hours in the phone box across the road, only to come back and say that we couldn't go on holiday because all of the cheap hotels in Cromer were booked up :(
The one thing which my parents would never consider doing was to stay at a holiday camp (as they were "only for common people"). However, when I was 15, my father [while looking through all of the brochures he'd got via the Radio Times] found a small 'holiday centre' (which my mother regarded as much more upmarket than a 'holiday camp' and therefore just about acceptable to people who weren't 'common!). It was just outside Freshwater, on the Isle of Wight. So that's where my first holiday was. Of course my mother wouldn't do anything as 'common' as going on the beach, so we spent most of the week looking at historic houses!
Every year, without fail, my father would fill in the voucher in the Radio Times which enabled you to get a whole load of holiday brochures for the cost of just one stamp.
Every year, without fail, he'd spend dozens of hours looking through those brochure for the best bargains.
Every year, without fail, he'd decide on going to a hotel in Cromer.
Every year, without fail, he'd procrastinate to mid-August.
Every year, without fail, he'd then spend hours in the phone box across the road, only to come back and say that we couldn't go on holiday because all of the cheap hotels in Cromer were booked up :(
The one thing which my parents would never consider doing was to stay at a holiday camp (as they were "only for common people"). However, when I was 15, my father [while looking through all of the brochures he'd got via the Radio Times] found a small 'holiday centre' (which my mother regarded as much more upmarket than a 'holiday camp' and therefore just about acceptable to people who weren't 'common!). It was just outside Freshwater, on the Isle of Wight. So that's where my first holiday was. Of course my mother wouldn't do anything as 'common' as going on the beach, so we spent most of the week looking at historic houses!
I might have been about 9ish, (1951) we went to I think Towyn (N Wales)
had a chalet called OSOCOSY, that has stuck wth me all my life. Mum,Dad, Brother and Nana. I shared a bedroom with Nana and brother shared with mum and Dad. The toilet was in an attached leanto, with a bench seat with a kind of tank underneath that was dug out on a weekly basis.
had a chalet called OSOCOSY, that has stuck wth me all my life. Mum,Dad, Brother and Nana. I shared a bedroom with Nana and brother shared with mum and Dad. The toilet was in an attached leanto, with a bench seat with a kind of tank underneath that was dug out on a weekly basis.
Taken to Weston Super Mare by my grandparents. Donkey rides on the beach in the morning. Ice cream cone with chocolate sauce topping to follow. Cart ride pulled by donkey in afternoon. Not much sight of sea all day. Lovely sand. Frightened visits to great aunt in the evening. Believe there was a family connection to the donkeys. Family named King.
From the age of about 7, we had holidays in Ryde, Isle of Wight. Stayed in a B&B run by Mrs Latham, who had two Pekinese dogs called Shushu and Misha.
One of the dogs nipped my nose once (I expect I was being a bit overbearing and in-your-face to her, as kids can be) and I remember a fuss out of all proportion to the nip as I saw it.
Mrs Latham had a stuffed armadillo on a table on one landing.
We would get to the beach after breakfast, eat doughnuts and/or crab sandwiches, swim in the sea, and I'd play on the trampolines in the nearby park. Proper trampolines, mind you, with huge exposed springs at the edges, and no net surrounds - if you fell off or got caught in the springs, more fool you!
One evening meal at the guest house (I think usually we went bed, breakfast & evening meal), Mrs Latham waxed lyrical about this 'mystery dessert' she served to us, urging, even challenging us to guess what we were eating. When we all eventually admitted defeat Mrs Latham triumphantly declared that it was 'Birds Instant Whip!'. I don't know what she'd done to it to make it 'her own', as she saw it, and remember Dad being distinctly underwhelmed, given all the build-up we'd listened to.
One of the dogs nipped my nose once (I expect I was being a bit overbearing and in-your-face to her, as kids can be) and I remember a fuss out of all proportion to the nip as I saw it.
Mrs Latham had a stuffed armadillo on a table on one landing.
We would get to the beach after breakfast, eat doughnuts and/or crab sandwiches, swim in the sea, and I'd play on the trampolines in the nearby park. Proper trampolines, mind you, with huge exposed springs at the edges, and no net surrounds - if you fell off or got caught in the springs, more fool you!
One evening meal at the guest house (I think usually we went bed, breakfast & evening meal), Mrs Latham waxed lyrical about this 'mystery dessert' she served to us, urging, even challenging us to guess what we were eating. When we all eventually admitted defeat Mrs Latham triumphantly declared that it was 'Birds Instant Whip!'. I don't know what she'd done to it to make it 'her own', as she saw it, and remember Dad being distinctly underwhelmed, given all the build-up we'd listened to.
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