where did you spend your child hood holidays?

[almostanangel]

we went to selsy bill bogner regis on the white horse green lawns site for 13 years in a row!!

we used to go to Margate, but I used to tell everyone it was Cliftonville as it sounded posher

The back garden usually

Courtown, co Wexford
Camping in Kilmuckridge
Camping in Donegal
a little cottage in Donegal that smelled of damp
Galway, in a little thatched cottage
Glencolmcille, co Donegal
a very small apartment in Benalmadena
A campsite in France after which I vowed never to holiday with my parents again!

Caravanning in Cornwall and the Lake District, and, rather sadly, that is exactly what we do each year with the children (well, not the caravanning bit, but I would if dh would let me!)

Static caravan at Rockley Sands in Dorset. Didn't go abroad until I was 18.

Golds - my dad said we would go to Margate one year. When we asked where Margate was, he replied "Bottom of Margarden!"

At Grandma's in Devon, and at other Grandma's in London. Lived in the middle east so this was an exciting foreign holiday .

Swanage, my Mum is from there so every year we went to the Grandparents.

Same here fruitful! We would trek thousands of miles from the balmy tropics to endure 6 weeks in rainy Llandudno every December! lol

We loved it though....

Actually, dinosaur, oddly enough, two of the holidays I remember in Donegal were scorching hot! I got sunburnt. I don't think my mum had packed suncream for Donegal!

In UK: most of the Dorset coast, eg Studland, Lulworth, Weymouth, Westward Ho! etc
Scotland, in a cottage by a loch
Wales, in a farmhouse

When we lived in Singapore for a few years: various parts of Malaya and Indonesia

Wales, abersoch or anglesey usually. Taking ds this year, hope it's as good as I remember!

Another one for Dorset and Rockerly Sands!

Colwyn Bay or Tenby. Dad used to work a six day week so we could only ever go when he had finished work on a Saturday. I remember waiting for him to come home then we go.

These are interesting aren't they from an historical pov? It was rare to go 'abroad' or to 'The Continent' for a lot of us as children. We often went to see relatives in Cornwall with my dad and those holidays were blissful because we had cousins and doting aunts who took us to the beach and baked cakes. Once we went to Scotland and climbed Ben Nevis with my mum (didn't like that one, lazy arse that I was at 13 but she was brave to take 3 of us on her own now I look back) and I remember one particularly awful summer in a campsite in Charmouth. There was a phonebox with 'Charmouth is a s*hole' engraved on it and at the time I agreed wholeheartedly.

Scarborough, year in year out, same B&B everytime. Loved it

Hampshire to see the grandparents, every time.
Twice to Wales with a friend, once was Anglesey anchovies, it was great

1st 10 years: Wales or Cornwall, always s/c, loved rockpooling and sea fishing......after parents divorce at age 10 we had two 2 week holidays in the med (with each parent)every year and a 2 week holiday at grandparents house in Bournemouth.....Mom worked full time so childcare was an issue, at time didn't realise how lucky we were, we just moaned cos we wanted to spend summer holidays at home with our friends! How ungrateful!

Can't remember up until I was 5 although I think it involved Broadstairs with lots of family.

Then Isle of Man (two years), Northumberland, Isle of Man again, Morfa Nefyn (North Wales),Llanbedrog (two years as my mum was ill the first year), Isle of Man, Saundersfoot (in a hotel! - for two years), Ostend in Belgium (abroad for the first time at 15), Isle of Man, Austria, Oban and Paris, Guernsey.

Then I stopped going on holiday with my family.

But two years ago DH and I went on holiday with my mum and dad to.....the Isle of Man .

DH wants to go back there (with my mum and dad) when DS and DS2/DD are a bit bigger.

we went to the Isle of Skye three times in a row, to a corrugated iron cottage my mum had found in the sunday paper small ads, it was great, we saw seals and seaweed, and there was a box-room full of board games, stone collections and things - only problem my sister and I were always violently car-sick after about 200yds!!
My memories of family holidays are of being travel-sick a lot, my parents arguing and constantly losing my little brother, EVERYWHERE.
The best holiday we had was in Ireland (Co. Kerry) with 2 other families, because my parents were probably more relaxed in adult company...

Spain (mainland and the Balierics), France, Greece, Malta, Devon...

I have only been on holiday in England once and it was rubbish.