I have been taking a trip down memory lane, as a child my whole being revolved around holidays. We lived in Finchley, North London and I can never remember a time I did not hate living in the city. My dad was in the police force and worked damned hard for his family, having seven children was not easy and he moonlighted as a decorator too! Working lots of late turns dad always managed to get a good number of weeks off in the year and we would pack up our caravan, stick a couple of canoes on the roofrack squeeze us all into the car and off we would go to some wild place in the countryside. We used to go to certificate location caravan sites that only took five caravans usually on a farm and always by water, be it sea, lake or river. It must have seemed to the other campers that the circus had arrived when we pitched up! Within half an hour there would be caravan with awning, tent up and ready and us lot running about probably squealing with delight and of course mum cooking Caravan Stew, a delightful concoction of tinned mince and tinned potatoes and sometimes baked beans, a recipe that would never have reached the table at home! I can hardly ever remember it raining, they are always golden days in my memory and the delight of having dad on tap so to speak was always grand!
This was in Cornwall in about 1966 thats me in the red cardigan with my twin brothers and elder sister, my eldest brother is lying on the camp bed behind us reading, thats all I remember him doing! My sister thought she was so cool in those sunglasses. How did we all fit in that caravan for dinners?!
I never liked having my photo taken! Me with my little sister Lesley looking so cute in that hat, sitting in one of our 'boats' traveling who knows where, we did have some amazing journeys in them.
On a rock at Loch Tummel in Scotland, another favourite holiday destination.
Back to Cornwall (the pics got muddled up). I loved my Jakaree! Is that how you spelt it?
We were never happier than when we were jumping in and out of a hole! And that blue jumper, I loved it so much it got all baggy and saggy with holes in but it was oh so comfy. This was on Bedruthan Steps, when we went there there were no steps or national trust cafe or anything. We stayed at the farm and walked along the cliffs to the beach, the farmhouse is now a national trust holiday house, well I suppose it was 40 years ago, yipes!
Well this brings me onto my giveaway, if you would like to win it leave me a comment with a little holiday memory and I will choose my favourite one to win!
Here is my giveaway, two paintings, three blank cards of my paintings for you to use and also two mugs with my paintings on. Well as you can see you will have to like my work to bother leaving a comment, hope you will. I will choose the winer next Monday 29th.
My next post will be the list of exhibitors taking part at the Home Spun Fair. All the spaces are taken now and we have a great line up so I hope you will come if you can it will be A Grand Day Out!