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Jun 2022
6:08pm, 25 Jun 2022
5,894 posts
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TheScribbler
I went with my Nana to spend a week every summer with my cousins in Burton on Trent. We walked in the Peak District, paddled in Dovedale and visited Trentham Gardens, fuelled by endless cobs made by my Aunt.
The big treat at the end of the week was a trip to Alton Towers. If there had been any bad behaviour during the week, you didn’t go.
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Jun 2022
6:13pm, 25 Jun 2022
7,004 posts
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bigleggy
We went to Robin Hood camp, between Rhyl and Prestatyn, it was, er… basic.
Got a friend of OH who owns a caravan on there. We still have the odd weekend there  Basic , yes
Family holidays were spent in Christian guest houses in Scarborough or Bournemouth
Kum by ar me lord, kum by ar
Still have no idea what the f**k that means
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Jun 2022
6:16pm, 25 Jun 2022
58,589 posts
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Velociraptor
When I was four, we went to Weston Super Mare. My main memory of the holiday was that there wasn't a single drop of rain all week, unlike our usual trips to Rothesay. I may have been slightly disappointed when we went back when I was eight and it rained a couple of times.
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Jun 2022
6:22pm, 25 Jun 2022
599 posts
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Minimag
I grew up in South Africa, near Johannesburg. Our holidays were a 4 hour+ drive to Durban, where they had proper hot weather, sandy beaches (just ignore the fact they needed shark nets!), banana's and other exotic fruit growing wild, it was like a proper caribeen holiday. Now I miss the weather we had in the highveldts of Jo'burg!
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Jun 2022
7:00pm, 25 Jun 2022
4,213 posts
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jabberknit
Rather feudally, my paternal grandparents worked for the squire of a small village near Scarborough and lived in a tied cottage, so my early hols were spent there. The squire's family were hit with death duties at one point, and my grandparents had the chance to buy the cottage for £99 as part of the settlement of the estate. Unfortunately, my Nan had had enough of village life, and insisted that they move back to the bright lights of the big city of Bradford. An opportunity missed!
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Jun 2022
8:38pm, 25 Jun 2022
36,161 posts
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LazyDaisy
I can claim the most unlikely holiday destination ever, I think: Stevenage!
My parents had to pay for my eldest sister to resit her first year at university after she failed her 1st year exams (too much time spent partying ) and as belts had to be tightened severely, I went with an aunt and cousin to stay with my uncle who'd migrated to Stevenage New Town from South Wales. It wasn't bad, actually - we got the train into London several times. I remember going to Madame Tussaud's (not impressed) and climbing up the Monument (impressed.)
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Jun 2022
9:20pm, 25 Jun 2022
9,857 posts
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Fragile Do Not Bend
Most of out holidays were a in static caravan somewhere in Devon or Cornwall. We used to leave whilst it was still dark, to beat the traffic. Us kids would get woken up just before we drove past Stonehenge.
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Jun 2022
10:14pm, 25 Jun 2022
25,646 posts
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Rosehip
Early holidays would be a convoy of at least 3 cars and 3 generations, travelling from different start points to either Devon or South Wales.
After that we camped mainly, wherever it looked like the weather was going to be best. We borrowed a static caravan in Hunstanton from Gran’s next door neighbour for a week each year too.
Then mum got fed up with camping and we graduated to cheap cottages, some of which were awful - I particularly remember a flat over a small garage/petrol station somewhere just outside Hastings
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Jun 2022
10:18pm, 25 Jun 2022
25,647 posts
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Rosehip
Most of out holidays were a in static caravan somewhere in Devon or Cornwall. We used to leave whilst it was still dark, to beat the traffic. Us kids would get woken up just before we drove past Stonehenge.
We did that whilst ours were small, we’d stop somewhere around Stonehenge and have breakfast and get the youngest out of PJs.
We often left around 10pm or even midnight on the last night, driving home with three sleeping kids and no traffic was so much easier than waiting until Saturday mornimg.
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Jun 2022
10:46pm, 25 Jun 2022
18,467 posts
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3M (aka MarkyMarkMark)
Family holidays were spent in Christian guest houses in Scarborough or Bournemouth Kum by ar me lord, kum by ar Still have no idea what the f**k that means
"Come by here, my Lord....." (Please turn up, someone needs you!)
We spent quite a few holidays visiting friends of my mum who didn't live in a holiday destination!
Slough, anyone?
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