Early one morning…………..

I can’t believe I was happy to get up at 6.30 this morning.
I’m no early bird, and find that I sleep heaviest (and best) between 6 and 7.30.
When I was younger, my alarm was set for 7.30 and Mum would bring me in a cup of tea around that time having seen Dad off to work. I’d get up and do the usual things, then have breakfast and set off for school or work.
In later years, I’d forgo breakfast and rather have that extra half hour in bed!
On the boat, I never had a cup of tea in bed, morning or otherwise, mainly because there was nowhere to put it!
I don’t here either, not even a glass of water on the bedside cabinet.

In the mornings, the sun is at the front of the house, though the garden is in half sunlight this early and our buddliah bush in the corner is basking under glorious rays so hopefully should flourish there.

It’s a bank holiday weekend here in the UK so it’s nice to see a bit of sunshine.
Good weather reflects on everyone, smiles are more apparent and frequent, and kids on the beach were laughing and squealing with delight yesterday as they made castles in the sand instead of whingeing and whining because they were cold, hungry and bored.
Easter was a washout, and we were talking to a couple one morning who said they were packing up and going home early as their camp site was flooded.

That took me back years to a caravan holiday we had in the 60s at West Bay in Dorset.
An acquaintance of Dad’s offered him the use of his caravan for a week. My childhood was one where money was always tight and family holidays were extremely rare, so Dad jumped at the chance.
The caravan was not what Dad expected, being a small four berth tourer (already sited thank goodness so at least we didn’t have to tow it) and we had to make the beds up every night. There was no bathroom, and the kitchen housed just a sink and a 2 ring burner, the dining area doubling up as the double berth.
In hindsight, I felt for my Dad, always trying to do his best, and Mum always standing by him trying to make the most of it.
It rained almost every day, and we were cold because the caravan had no heating. Our bedding was damp, and condensation was running down the windows and inside walls.
We ended up eating out a lot, but at least there was a cafe on site, and plenty of fish and chip shops locally! In the evenings, we played board games or cards until the light failed. There was no electricity, only those filament gas lights which of course increased the condensation, so we had a lot of early nights.

When we lived in Poole, Hubby and I would sometimes have a field trip to West Bay as they did the best chips and pasties in the county! One day we arrived to find our favoured takeaway shut, but the one next door was trading, and although they were good, they weren’t as good! Such is the disadvantage of visiting ‘out of season’.
It’s changed a lot over the years, more commercialised and they revamped the wharf several years ago. You can still go on fishing trips or if you prefer, fish from the pier. Sis and Dad went deep sea fishing that year, but when I tried my hand at it from the pier, I caught a huge crab which started ‘running’ away so I jumped on it. Ee-ew, What a mess.
There are holiday apartments there now as well as a dozen or so camp sites and caravan parks. The beach is stony though and I can’t ever recall swimming there.
It was the first holiday I remember us having as a family, and despite the rain, cold and damp, it wasn’t all that bad.
However, it was the only one we had in a caravan (never again I think Dad’s words were), as holidays thereafter were in a tent!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to Early one morning…………..

  1. colinandray says:

    We lived in a caravan until I was around 8-10. It was necessary as both Mum and Dad were in the theatre business and so were constantly moving. Once us kids (2) arrived, then digs/lodgings were no longer a feasible arrangement. It was a 40ft ‘van, so had more space than you would have had on your holiday, and had an anthracite burning stove which kept us warm and heated up a water tank, and a really tiny little room with a toilet in it. That ‘van brings back many happy memories! 🙂

    • I had a caravan holiday in 1976, and that too didn’t have a bathroom or fridge. At least it had a separate bedroom though! Then I had another in the 80s with ‘in-laws’ and 2 kids which did have a bathroom and 2 bedrooms (‘in-laws’ and aunt and uncle had those), we slept on the dining table, or tried to, and the kids slept on the lounge seats. It was not a pleasant week and I wished I’d stayed home with the dogs.
      Hubby and I had a neat little tourer for a few months when we were househunting in 2007, and he wished we had burner on the boat. These days they are all much better equipped and designed.

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