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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Here’s a recommended website for Welsh holidays: Click Here