Remember when we had proper holidays. You couldn't sleep
for a week from the excitement. Finally the great day comes. You wake up
before the birds, your brown leather suit case is packed and standing by
the front door. The long walk to the station, the wait for the train that
never seems to arrive. At last you are on your way.
The shopping center, Sea View Holiday Camp Swalecliffe.
Once in the chalet or caravan, down to the shop. Mum would
buy a the eggs and bacon for our breakfast. We would buy ice cream, the first
of many, and other essential stuff for the perfect holiday, a bucket and
spade.
West Cliff Beach. Where we would play hunt the sand.
Watch Uncle Colin at the Children's Corner, Herne Bay.
More ice cream on the beach. Laugh at dad trying to put
up the deck chairs. Go to the Pier and spend your all of your pocket money
in the first ten minutes on the penny-slot-machines.
Back to the beach. Watch the Punch and Judy man on the beach. Have more ice cream. Go to a beach front cafe for your first evening meal. Fish and Chips. Off to the pub. Make friends (everlasting) with the other children in the pub garden. All the parents would be inside, singing and drinking. We would be outside with our lemonade (or for a special treat Pineapple Juice). Back to the chalet too tired to sleep, waiting for tomorrow. It never rained.
Back to the beach. Watch the Punch and Judy man on the beach. Have more ice cream. Go to a beach front cafe for your first evening meal. Fish and Chips. Off to the pub. Make friends (everlasting) with the other children in the pub garden. All the parents would be inside, singing and drinking. We would be outside with our lemonade (or for a special treat Pineapple Juice). Back to the chalet too tired to sleep, waiting for tomorrow. It never rained.