A Flying Holiday

It was always nice to go on a flying holiday when I was young and could afford to. It hasn’t always been like that and now I’m old and mouldy, I don’t feel the need to anymore.

Caravan To Let

There was a time when, with a young family in tow, a few days here and there was all we could afford. We’ve all been there, money’s tight, we want a break, even if it’s just to take the kids to the beach for a couple of days, you know the score. Which brings me to a weeks holiday in a caravan we took back in the day. Our youngest daughter and her schoolfriend came along for the jolly.

Beautiful Location

Located in a field on a 200-acre farm in the middle of Wales, well, the middle of nowhere really, we set off on our journey on the last Saturday in July. A gorgeous summers day and on arriving at the farm we could see the caravan nestled at the end of a half-mile dirt road. From where we were, all looked really, really beautiful. We reported to Mrs Edwards at the farmhouse who gave us the keys and wished us a happy week on her farm.

Mrs Edwards

She gave us a few tips about the surrounding area and what to look for and what to avoid. Mrs Edwards had lived on the farm her whole life and at a guess, she was about 70 years young. If you can imagine this dear old lady with a strong Welsh accent, offering her advice, it went something like this:

“Well, you want to stay clear of Aberystwyth, they stay out ’till gone 11’o’clock at night up there. Drunks and loose women. On Sunday, there’s a market at ‘Klarachh’ (that’s how it sounded) ‘Clarach’in the main field. They have lots of bargains there. I got myself some old knickers that Mrs Evans from the next farm had left when she passed away and never used. Her son sold everything off there. He’s a bit of a go-getter and can make money from almost anything!”

I have the keys!!!

I Have The Keys

There were more little gems, but I can’t recall them all now, so I gave her my thanks and we set off down the old dirt road to our accommodation for the week. As soon as I parked the car, I could see we were not booked into the Ritz hotel. That look you give each other without saying a word, all of you hoping it’s not going to be so bad when you get inside. Only to find it’s worse than what you thought it was going to be. Oh my.

A Flying Holiday

We called it a flying holiday because there were more flies inside the caravan than outside. Ok, it was inexpensive but the surrounding area was lovely, which did soften the blow. At night, trying to get to sleep on the well worn, damp mattresses, the whole place came alive! I mean, it was crawling with every creature that could find its way in through the holes in the roof. I wouldn’t even use the outside toilet after dark for fear of being eaten alive by things hairy and leggy.

Spiders

Daylight and we were usually woken by one of or both the girls screaming as though they were being murdered. More often than not, it turned out to be an unwelcome spider. I can live with that, but the flies, so many flies. Obviously, it was self-catering, but in the end, we ate out at the pubs or cafes in Aberystwyth. I think we were guilty of staying out till gone 11:00 pm too!

Souvenirs

We did manage to have fun that week, after all, we only needed the caravan for somewhere to rest our heads. All of us managed to take souvenirs home with us too, which was in the form of a rash or bites that itched like crazy. Never was I so pleased to arrive home after a holiday.

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Please note, although this is a true story, I have changed the name of the proprietor.

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26 Comments
  • Sounds like my trips to Glen Coe and the vampire midges. This took me back to good memories

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      I’m glad it took you to good memories. Thank you 😊

      • charlypriest
        January 15, 2020

        Your memories are weird…..got to love a ” silly guvental sod”
        Appreciate your time for reading my crazy things.

        • admin
          January 15, 2020

          Thank you, Charly and yes, I have a lot of weird memories 😊

  • majaalifee
    January 15, 2020

    Interesting 🌸❤️💫

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      Thank you, majaalife 😊

  • KINDNESS
    January 15, 2020

    Thank you 🙇 fabulous stories😁

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      You’re welcome and thank you! 😊

  • conniejjasperson
    January 15, 2020

    You always crack me up!

    It reminds me of the summer of sand-fleas in a should-have-been-condemned cabin in Moclips, Washington. The fridge had a shriek reminiscent of demons frying in hell. The stove had no pilot light, but was happy to burn the eyebrows off those unwary enough to attempt to fry an egg. The fleas were a lawless universe unto themselves. My children and I were dipped in calamine lotion the entire week.

    But it was only $35.00 a night (1980 dollars) and just over the sand dunes was the wide Pacific, and up the beach was a fairly decent restaurant. We went back the following year only to find it had been condemned.

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      Thank you, Connie. This sounds worse than our holiday. There’s always an up side, so I’m pleased you found it. 😊

  • Yetismith
    January 15, 2020

    Isn’t it great to have memories like that. They make you appreciate what you have so much more and if you find something to actually enjoy as well, it’s a bonus. Especially good for kids I think!

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      It does make you appreciate things a lot more, thank you, Yetti. 😊

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    January 15, 2020

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    • admin
      January 15, 2020

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  • Invisibly Me
    January 15, 2020

    I won’t ask what you did with the sadly departed Mrs Evans’ old knickers. I’ve never holidayed in a caravan. This post has made me glad of that fact. I’m not one for insects. Did you go on another caravan trip after that or did it take you a while to heal the mental scars and physical rashes?

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      Ha, Caz, I don’t know what happened to the knickers. We have holidayed in caravans a few times since and to be honest, the modern-day 6 berth ones are like mini palaces, especially compared to that one we stayed at on the farm near Aberystwyth. There were no long-lasting trauma’s I’m pleased to say. Thank you as always for your great comments, Caz. 🙂

  • gianmarco groppelli, *J&J*
    January 15, 2020

    Hi my friend i’m really proud to following you i wanted tell you this 🙋

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      Thank you. I’m pleased you do follow me. 🙂

  • susiesopinions
    January 15, 2020

    First holidays were the one day pub crawl to Margate or Southend. Advanced to a caravan at Leysdown, where my Mum caught the curtains on fire, while cooking on the single burner. Those were the days.

    • admin
      January 15, 2020

      Haha, Susie. I spent a lot of time in Margate when I was a boy. Those caravans years ago were dangerous places. I can still remember the smell of the gaslighting in them. 🙂

  • jimflanigan
    January 16, 2020

    My mother used to tell me a story of how she accompanied my father to a fishing cabin for a holiday many decades ago. She noticed that there was no toilet and inquired where it was. The proprietor offered my parents a “slop pot” for 25 cents more a day.

    • admin
      January 16, 2020

      Haha, the good old days, Jim. 😊

  • SueW
    January 17, 2020

    Oh, I can relate to this. Many many years ago, when our eldest two were very young we rented a house On the Isle of Man which was meant to be for three months.Unfortunately, cockroaches were everywhere and the wall behind our bed creaked every night with creatures crawling behind the wallpaper. We moved out after two nights!

    • admin
      January 17, 2020

      Oh my. Hopefully we’ll never have to go through anything like it again, Sue. Thank you 😊

  • KINDNESS
    January 21, 2020

    Good evening 🌝

    • admin
      January 21, 2020

      Good evening




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