RE: Memories of Childhood
Have to mention holidays that I went on as a kid.
We regularly went to Butlins at Pwllheli in North Wales. Sadly the camp is no more and the place is now basically a glorified caravan park which is run by Haven, but in the 70s it was Butlins and for us kids it was like heaven on Earth. Butlins in those days was very different to the Butlins of today.
For a start, everything was free - I can remember taking £1.50 with me one year (1978 or 79) and coming home at the end of the week still with loose change in my pocket. There was the funfair with a big variety of rides, a big boating lake, outdoor and indoor swimming pools, as well as the one attraction there which would guarantee that I would be an absolute mass of bruises when I returned home. A covered roller skating rink. You hired the skates by handing over your chalet key essentially as the ‘deposit’...then it was strap these lethal things onto your trainers or what you were wearing, in my case it was trainers. And out you would go onto this hard concrete rink with no head protection, no knee pads, elbow pads or anything. You went on there and learned how to skate the hard way....falling on your arse...on your hands, knees...until you learned how to go at speed while trying to avoid all the other kamikaze pilots rocketing around and falling over at regular intervals...
How none of us ever came to serious harm I’ll never know, but it was brilliant fun, and if I had my life over again I wouldn’t change a single thing. After battering myself into a mass of lumps, bumps and bruises, would nip back to the chalet early evening for a quick bite to eat, and catch the first sight of my parents since early that morning...before going out again to go to the pictures to watch one of the latest movies that were being shown.
By the time my evening was done and I returned to the chalet, my parents would be going out to the Bier Keller or wherever..in fact I would only really see them for any length of time on one afternoon of the whole week and that was at the beach, but even then we travelled by different routes, them by way of the miniature railway, and I via the chairlift, or the ‘overhead rope railway’ as it was called.
Absolutely loved my hols at Pwllheli, really though it should have been called Liverpool on Sea, as it was absolutely rammed with Scousers, so much so that it was easy to feel like I was a foreigner in my own country...
I wasn’t such a fan of Sunday mornings there though, going through the lines of the self-catering chalets to be repeatedly greeted by the overpowering stink of boiled cabbage!! I was convinced at that time that most people from Liverpool were big cabbage eaters..,it bloody stunk!
(This post was last modified: 22-01-2019 14:05 by Carl-Gen X.)
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