The holiday season cometh, and we will be slap bang in the middle of it!
When we lived in Poole, traffic was a nightmare at the best of times, but add holidaymakers, especially those with a caravan? Hell on a dual carriageway.
Grockles we called them, so when we went on our camping trips, it was nice to be one of the G folk for a change, though we tried to time our visits outside of the holiday season.
I remember previous holidays, buying postcards on the first day, sticks of rock on the last.
We would take photos with a 126 or 110 cartridge camera, then pay to have the film developed. Most of them were fuzzy shots, and some accidental of someone’s foot, the inside of a handbag or pocket!
Mum came up for holidays several times when we were in the cottage, and without fail our first outing always saw her buying postcards for the family and sticks of rock for the grandchildren. She would write the cards out in the evening and we’d post them next day.
Years ago our postcards always started “Dear All and Postman”, but Mum was very much old school and addressed everyone by name.
These days it’s not surprising that postcards are rarely received as although the items themselves are relatively cheap to buy (4 or 5 for £1), the cost to post one is 56p!
On the boat, we never had to worry about packing our clothes or leaving anything behind as we just cast off and away we went. Being on the river, unless we were somewhere like Stratford Upon Avon where we could actually walk into town to buy anything, there were no shops so no postcards to buy and no post boxes to post them in either!
Town today was chocablock, and not with Easter Bunnies or chocolate eggs.
People have suddenly realised that the shops are closed tomorrow as it’s Easter Sunday, and the supermarket car park was like Le Mans. People were driving in all directions trying to nab parking spaces before the trolleys were unloaded, and the shelves were almost stripped. Of course there could be the added worry that the Beast from the East is coming back to have another go and people are stock piling.
The B&Bs are full, caravan parks are filling up with tourers and campers, and the chippies and takeaways are doing a roaring trade. The only place at the moment that is not brimming with bodies is the beach, and that’s only because it’s raining!