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!!

portrush and portstwart in northern ireland

Noddyholder and Dinosaur, I lived in both of those places in NI from the age of 2-5 and then lived in Malta for 3 years, but then Padstow.

We had caravanning holidays in France, Germany and Spain, where we met 2 of Pann's People in th caraavan next to us, they sent us tickets for TOTP's. We always wanted to go to Butlins or Pontins like a lot of our friends, our parents used to say we were ungrateful!

North Wales for us (Mum is Welsh) and Hever in Kent, where we had friends.

Cam, I learnt to swim in the sea off Kent - you're right about swimming or freezing, lol!

cornwall- a place called harlyn bay it was beautiful
New forset - sandy balls

was lucky enough to go on holiday 2/3 times a year as a child have been to - spain/greece/cyprus/turkey

Various places in West Cork/Kerry for a week (weather was rarely v.good as we nearly always went in June) and a couple of weeks at our grandparents farm in Co. Mayo. We have been taking our kids to West Cork for the last few years and they love it - great beaches.

Looking at lists of places some of you (self-evidently younger ladies) went on childhood holidays, my dh's late father set up one of the first travel agencies for packages to places like Malta, Cyprus etc. He had been in the navy during the war and these were places where the forces were based during that time.

The Lleyn Peninsula in North Wales. Beautiful up there, and the weather was nearly always nice. We used to go to a tiny beach called Penlech, which I swear had its own eco-system, cos it never rained there. Never!

Static caraven in Llanfefechen in north Wales every year. It had its own eco system too - rained constantly. I loved every moment of it. We had both our parents on hand for a whole week!

On a farm in Cumbria. We saw sheep being sheared, calves being born, cows being milked, went on a milk round on the back of a tractor with real milk churns, collected honeysuckle from the lanes and made perfume, swam in the lake, went fell walking, collected eggs from the hen wood, and helped feed the piglets. It was idyllic.

and I also went to Sandy Balls!

We went 3 times to Holland- my school friends thought we were rich because we'd been abroad. Another 3 times to Butlins Minehead. Camping every summer, including 3 weeks in North Wales in the summer of 1976. While the rest of the country sweltered through the heatwave we waded through long wet grass in torrential rain (and visited endless castles....)

Oh farms. My maternal grandparents were poultry farmers on Mersey Island (off the coast of Essex) and we went to stay sometimes during the school summer holidays. What I remember most is washing the eggs in bleach for the farm shop, climbing on hay bales, riding on the trailer behind the tractor and my grandfather showing us how he could wring a chicken's neck and then the headless chicken running around for a bit
But they had the best beach hut on a nearby sandy beach, you could even sleep in it (bunk beds) and cook lunch in it. But it was still the North Sea and jellyfish, wasps, freezing cold water and of course the sun behind you.

i also went to majorca- cala d'or
portugal
malta
ibiza
cyprus

Cyprus is the most beautiful place i have ever been to ! if you haven't been ..i would really recommend it .. paphos is lovely!

Waikeremoana. At a bach owned by a friend of my grandmothers.

Sandyballs again! I believe it's still there but much more upmarket with a swimming pool and everything. We just used to walk down through the forest to the river and catch crayfish.

All my favourite holidays were spent at Burrowhayes farm in West Luccombe in Somerset. Gorgeous scenery and stables on site. Heaven!

We had a generally hideous time with my Dad insisting that the family go on a camping/walking holiday in Wales. Poor old mum trying to cook for us all in a squashed up damp tent. Not the best fun when you're 4 or 5, but Dad never really had a clue about doing anything other than what he wanted to do. Camping is SO much more fun in Australia.

Well I must admit our most disastrous holiday was in Wales, but we laughed about it afterwards!

We had graduated to a caravan by then and spent a night on a welsh hillside in 70mph winds hanging on to our awning for dear life. In the morning we discovered that our friends' brand-new awning was ripped in two, our loo tent was on the other side of a 7ft hedge and there was a faint, pitiful cry coming from somewhere. Turned out to be 2 elderly ladies who had been trapped as their tent collapsed around them and they were still inside clinging to a pole!

Summer & some Christmas holidays staying in one of three cottages in a little hamlet near Worth Matravers in Dorset, I remember bonfires on the rocks around the shore from driftwood, paddling in the rock pools & learning to swim.
Then moved onto four years staying on Anglesey in a penthouse belonging to my dads boss! and a couple of years staying in another friends chalet in Switzerland, after that a few pony trekking holidays & caravanning around England, Scotland & Wales. Still do caravan, but with my dd's now!

My parents had a friend who had an apartment in Spain ... it was an amazing place ... tiny little bay, 15km from the nearest town accessible via a dirt track over mountains or a quicker route was by boat ... the place had a 20 room hotel and 15 apartments ... no electricity in the apartments and no phones anywhere. To get fresh water there was a spring coming out of the cliff and we went every day to get water. I think we went there about 4 times when I was a child and I have very fond memories of it. My dad used to take us there and leave us for 5 weeks while he went back to work and would join us for 2 weeks. All day on the beach and exploring. Fantastic!
Twice we had holidays in Cornwall and after one year of spending 2 miserable wet weeks in a cottage in the middle of no where my parents said, "Never again ... rather stay home than have a summer holiday in the UK".
When I was a teenager we did the 'resort' thing ... portugal, spain, france .... but we never went to those resorts where there were other Brits ... my parents always wanted to be with the locals or somewhere quiet. Terribly embarrassing as my parents liked to 'let it all hang out' as it were, and I remember sitting on a nudist beach in France at the age of 14 dying of embarrassment for 2 weeks

So AAA as I grew up in Selsey and now live in Bognor does this mean my life is one big holiday???

ghosty at your parents on the nudist beach!

I know Cam ... am still about it now ....

is that why you moved to the Antipodes (can't remember if its NZ or Aus)

blackpool every easter same b&b spending 1 & 2p's on the pier