Random Thread time... First holiday

So where was the first holiday you recall going to

Me Skegness, and the first time on a plane was portugal

 

For me, it was a holiday at the South Shore Holiday Camp in Bridlington. My first holiday abroad (I was in my early twenties), so therefore on a plane, was also in Portugal.

 

Ayr. Not butlins but a boarding house. Must have been about 1961.

 

First holiday I recall was in Hornsea. During the holiday we went to Skipsea for the day. The car got stuck in the mud, because there was no tarmac on the road. School children, walking home without shoes, pushed us out.

On the council estate where I lived, quite a big estate, two households had a car and one had a phone. Me dad had one of the cars, the other was owned by an old fella who only took it out on Sundays. We didn't have a telly. Looking after your dog consisted of opening the door in the morning, kicking your dog out as you went to work and hoping it returned when you got home. We played on the streets because there were no cars, the only vehicles you saw on the estate during the day were the milk float, the mobile shop, the rag and bone man's horse and cart and the bin lorries and coal lorries on Fridays. We were still in danger though as all the dogs formed big packs and scared the bejesus out of us. I'm not that old, but it's like I come from a different planet. Between the 1930s and the 1970s nothing changed in this country. No one had anything or any money. You might have painted your walls a different colour, but that's about it. Everything we take for granted now didn't start happening until the 1980s. I was born in the early 70s but it might as well have been the 40s or the 50s. I never had pizza or pasta until I was about 11. I'd no idea what it was.

Sorry, got sidetracked there thinking about that day in Skipsea.

 

You were not alone there Jay. I was born 1956 and through the 60's I remember that very same lifestyle but TBH I can only remember being happy.

Terrible living conditions but no one knew any different and just got on with it.

It was mid 70's before we got a phone and colour tv was got for the 74 world cup. Showers were still to come into our lives along with a fridge. LOL

 

Great Yarmouth, Reighton Sands, Filey, we used to go to places like that. Then it was Ireland to stay with family, then Holland to stay with family. First plane holiday was Kos in 1985.

And like Jay we also went to Hornsea and Skipsea.

 

Skeggy my early year hols. I remember going on a bus and when you got to skeggy bus station it was full of kids on school holiday with makeshift barrows that took your cases to the boarding house for a small fee. The format was to buy me the cheapest little yacht and i spent the holiday sailing it across that square boating pond near the funfair. :redface: (Mid 1950s)

It's when Carlsberg did refuse collection, a man would precede the bin wagon and take your bin to the front of the house. When emptied the bin men returned it.
We only needed a small bin because most of the household waste was turned into energy, on the fire back.

My first hol was to Lloret a couple of years after i started work.

 

Great Yarmouth was probably the first I remember. None of this going abroad bs. We used to go nearly every year to Yarmouth and stop in a static or maybe a chalet if my parents were a bit flush that year. One time we went to Cornwall. Took 8 hours to get down there, amazing place though. Would love to go again and take my Daughter when she gets a bit older. I will probably take her to Yarmouth as well, just to experience the snail ride at Joyland, if it is still there.

I didn't go abroad till I was around 15. And that was to Majorca.

 

Torquay 1968 with my Grandma and Grandad. I was 2. Funnily enough I have just shared a pic of that hol as it is the 13th anniversary of my Grandads death today :-( Never forgotten.

 

Oh Jeez JLWBL, I think I were theer! Did you join in with "Sunshine Corner"? Them chalets were something else - if you farted you blew a wall down!

To be fair to me (late) Mam and Dad, we had five kids and a dog, so I don't think we were ever going to jet off to the Med in me youth!

 

Salou 1984.

 

Whilst on holiday at Flamborough a few years back, we paid the camp a visit. I'd always enjoyed those holidays as a kid, so it was quite sad to see it in such a run down, dilapidated state. I didn't join in with the Sunshine Corner, but you're spot on with regards to the chalets on reflection. To call them flimsy and spartan inside gives them too much credit! But when I was a kid, it didn't bother me one iota, as I loved it there.

 

We used to go to Cleethorpes regularly on Humberstone fitties site. Went on a lads holiday in 84 to Newquay

 

I can remember going up Blackpool Tower in a pram, and I was told (much) later that I was about 2 when that happened.

I was lucky enough to have family in South Wales (near Porthcawl) so alternate holidays were staying with the relatives and the rest were cheap B&Bs in Skeggy, Yarmouth, Scarborough and Rhyl (can't remember which order now through). First family foreign holiday was 86 to Spain (Calella).

First holiday by myself was a month interrailing with 3 uni mates.

 

Just remembered we went to Cornwall once too. Newquay. I think that was my last holiday with my parents.

 

1st Scarborough

2nd Scarborough

3rd Scarb.....you get the picture

 

The first time I can actually remember was a skiing holiday to Flaine in France

 

Caton bay near Filey in a caravan in 1978 and the went to lloret in 79... We didn't own a car, mum and dad couldn't drive and we went to Manchester airport in a robin reliant 3 wheeler.... The driver and dad in the front, me, my sister and mother plus cases in the back! Must have been too excited to care how squashed it would have been

Some would say I've been on holiday every day since I joined the navy

 

Bwidlington.

 

Great yarmouth same boarding house on nelson road 7years on the trot run by mr and mrs bernerd inger. bsly feast week. Chippy rowe bus from cudeth.barrow boys from coach station. Grand parents with us.
Meeting up with the same families from different parts of the country.
Throw in the club trips from the albert club and lundwood club, odd occasion going on the train from cudeth station instead of the bus..
blackpool for the lights friday to monday.
Holland with pontefract road junior school...chester zoo.
Burnsel then later whitby school camp plus odd weekend camping with teachers....oh happy days.

first holiday as a teenage idiot with the lads lol nolfolk broads.....first abroad with the lads discounting holland with school.....benidorm when i was 21....chuff me wheres all those years gone...