What are you memories of holidaying in this country (UK) as a child?

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Omstarts

Like you, I did not go abroad until 21 - a package holiday to Malta.

Until then, my sole holiday experiences were visiting my father in Plymouth from the age of 6 onwards to 15. And I share some massively fond memories of the place.

My dad used to live in an area called Plympton, which was a sub-urban part of the city, and had masses of parks, hills and greenery to explore. There were a lot of people my own age on my father's street, and every day was an adventure - making dens, riding bikes and having blackberry fights by a subway.

My fondest memories though are of the seaside there. The Barbican was my favourite - we would go most weekends. There were many beach towns surrounding the area too - Paignton, Torbay, Torquay to name a few - and the smell of the salty sea, the slippery feeling of seaweed on your foot, the bits of sand in the burger - I can still feel and taste them all.

Magical times. Another time, much older, I spent a holiday in Angle/Tenby - Pembrokeshire!!! Again, beautiful beaches in Tenby, and it really was like being abroad.

There are many picturesque parts of the country that should be appreciated in full by more people.

***EDIT:- Perhaps they thought Carmarthenshire was more exotic? ;-/

concede account reinstated

abuse by my parents

just because i had this slight habit of wandering off why i was a toddler they tied me to the bloody car bumper on a family holiday in dorset, and even worse they still have the photos to prove and aint shy in showing them to all who ask or are told about it

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Haz you wernt one of those prestatyn types where you he he he

â˜…â˜…â˜…â˜… JOMAMO â˜…â˜…â˜…â˜…

We always used to go to caravan parks in North Wales.
Freezing cold beaches, sand in the sarnies, donkey rides etc.
Great times.

Best memory was when my dad whoÂ´s a singer won the Camp talent competition and we won a free week to go back for him to sing at the "Grand Final". He came second to a pair of feather earringed women who couldnÂ´t sing in tune. We woz robbed.

littlerobbergirl

north wales: rain, wonderful sand, rocks, sunburn, amazing scenery, being able to breathe and run up mountains in the clean air. we drove from the black country in a camper (Otto von Volkswagen) plus tent for kids.
cooking sausages on little stove,
stopping at little farmhouse for real food cheese and eggs from the farm, and being allowed to stay in the back field. and most fascinating for us city kids, using a 'thunderbox' with two sized seats next to each other and newspaper squares to wipe with.
just like the famous five!
i still camp now, set me up for an outdoor life.

Haz

North Wales lol.

The delightful Towyn and Rhyl type set ups. Only have great memories of running wild, drinking slush puppies and bouncing on trampolines...Stayed in caravans and 'chalets' ;-)

Went abroad when I was 14 with friends and her parents. My family would never camp lololololol oh deary me noooooo.That would make us gypsys !

Mostly spent in Ireland though, they were the best holidays- true freedom, just me and a stick to poke things for hours on end without any adults calling me in for a bloody bath. I'm not sure I ever got washed actually..

EDIT-i don't know who to insult first here....CV-We kept your family in pot noodles so shutit ;-)
Concede- PRESTATYN??How dare you...that was JOMAMO's family..they were obviously typical scousers singing and showing off....

Cymru am Bythâ™¥

Lol, North Wales people still go elsewhere when the Mancunians come on holiday here! I live near Llandudno and during July/August the welsh lanuguage disappears.
I used to go on holiday to Pembrokeshire too, in a static caravan near Saundersfoot. We got a bit put off going there because of the weather, so then we stayed in ANOTHER caravan in Christchurch, Dorset.
Finally, now I'm sixteen, we stay in some nice holiday cottages in Devon- between Okehampton and Torrington. Caravan holidays got too much as they were unbearably hot in summer but freezing in winter...and I won't mention the rain!
Oh, and as you might have guessed, I haven't stepped out of the UK once yet. :(

Aurora

As a child my mum could never afford holidays but my grandma used to get what was called a 'run about ticket'. This was a train ticket that could be used all week for just one week.
We used to go to Blackpool, Morecambe, Southport, all over the place but every night you came home slept in your own bed and then next day set off again on a trip to somewhere else.
I used to love it and me and grandma had some great times.
Then when I was 9 yo she took me on my first 'proper' holiday. It was to Southern Ireland, (I know you said UK but never mind.)

We sailed there on a SHIP!!!
And when we arrived in Ireland we stayed in a place called Howth near to Dublin, and it was fabulous. A real seaside town and a small fishing port.
The landlady of the guest house where we stayed at had a daughter my age. Her name was Nuala. We ran wild, all over the place. To the beaches swimming and catching crabs in the rock pools, down to the harbour to watched the fishing boats.
The guest house seemed really posh to me, a poor little girl from a Lancashire mill town. It had a bathroom and fluffy eiderdowns on the beds, and most spectacularly a dining room too.

It was one of the most memorable holidays I have ever had and since then I have travelled Europe far and wide, even been to New York but nothing opened my eyes as much as that first holiday did.
Great Q Thanks.

tonya s

Went to Brighton about ten years ago (I'm fifteen), and I have memories of same-sex folks holding hands... THAT'S when homosexuality was explained to me. Happy days.
I had a pigeon **** on my head in Trafalgar Square, but I continued to dance around, laughing, "Feed the buurds!"
Oh, I also had my nails painted by two very pretty drag queens in Covent Garden.

english rosethorn

Terrible guest houses where every one shared the one toilet and it was always occupied. En suite was unheard of.

Buying a wind break so that you could sit on the beach. 6d was the price of everything from a deck chair to a bag of chips or one of those little saucers of cockles or other shell fish from a kiosk on the beach. Those hard ice creams wrapped in paper, unwrapped and stood in a wafer cornet. They suddenly melted and dripped everywhere.

Pier shows which were at best corny entertainment from has been variety acts in need of work.

Beach combing and collecting sea shells.

When we got the family car, we went to Devon and Cornwall and saw some lovely little places.

H1976

We used to either rent a cottage or tour in a caravan. All great memories, getting up at dawn, spending the whole day out doors ( what ever the weather) and being happy with so little really, compared to some children today.
Fortunately my three children will play for hours on a beach or in woodlands whatever, guess we are lucky!

LuciJayne

I never got to on holiday in the UK. My family says that's too close to where we live so we always went to Tenerife, Catalonia, Spain. Although i would have liked to go to Ireland or Scotland because that would be nice to visit.

dancing queen

pembrokeshire is lovely - never really went as a child but we take our kids there lots - especially tenby/saundersfoot.
as a child we went to weston super mare lots but then my grandparents retired to teignmouth in Devon so every school holiday was spent there - great in the summer, not so good in the winter!
i also like to take the kids to scarborough and whitby. its good to mix up holidays in this country with abroad.

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