Summer holidays... !!!

[Scrumpy]

As kids we loved them.. We didn't go abroad.. Plane travel was for film stars..
We went on ONE coach trip to the seaside.. Usually it rained and we would shelter under the pier until the coach picked us up at six.. We were lucky if we had a caravan holiday and I don't remember anyone who did.. We spent hours up the park.. went swimming in the lakes nearby..

How it has all changed.. My family go on holidays all year round.. And they travel far on them air things that fly in the sky.. They go to far flung places that we , as kids, never even knew  existed.. 

And all of a sudden they talk in thousands when we were excited to have one hundred..
 

[Alex]

I remember having a caravan holiday with my Mum & Dad, we went to Rhyl in North Wales.  We used to love riding those big three wheeler bikes, you could hire them but you had to stay on the "camp"     One year we stayed in a chalet, I think that was Rhyl too.

Day trips were usually to New Brighton where we played on "the sands" there was a roller skating rink and a fair ground.   

[Mups]

Every single year when I was growing up,  we went to Jaywick Sands for a fortnight.  Nan and Grandad always came with us too.   I remember my dear old Grandad sitting in his deck chair with a knotted hanky on his head to stop it burning in the sun. 
In those days Jaywick wasn't  like the rather notorious rough place it is today though.

We used to rent a nice bungalow within walking distance from the beach, but I used to spend every single day, every single year,   helping the Donkey man. 
 Even as a kid I loved donkeys, and still do to this day.
Sad how things change isn't it,  because I think  if I had a little girl nowadays,  I think I would be very wary of letting her go off with the donkey man all day and every day. 

I used to meet a small group of other kids every morning,  up the field where the donkeys were kept,  and the old chap used to let us ride them up to the beach.
We would walk the poor things up and down the sand all day long, giving holiday makers rides,  then he would let us ride them home at night.   
I will always remember my favourite donkey,  Mary her name was,  and she had 3 white streaks of hair in her dark mane.  I used to love that.

As the years rolled on,  I also remember my first ever kiss was at Jaywick too.    I was 14 and he was 15.  He had a Saturday job at the local Bingo hall. 
 It probably lasted  all of 10 seconds  (if that), but I  had never been kissed before, and I felt ever so grown up.   
 The innocence of youth ey. 

My dear old Grandad eventually bought his own bungalow down there when he retired, and used to travel down there  quite often.   Memories ey.   

[Raven]

We used to go home to Mull for a couple of weeks every summer. I never wanted to come back to the Mainland, I was so much happier on the Island. Thurso reminds me of it and I prefer the quieter slower way of life up here. Perth is fine for a visit but it's too busy in the towns for me these days, though my house there is on the outskirts so it's not too bad.