Going to the same caravan every year in Weymouth. As a child it was an adventure.
Mum lighting the little gas lamps around the caravan in the evening.
Fetching the water from the communal water taps in two big containers allocated to each van.
Sleeping in the broom cupboard, as we termed it. It held the caravans cleaning materials with a small shelf and mattress. big enough for a little one! I graduated to my sisters bed when she stopped coming on holiday, she was ten years older than me.
Not so sure about the trek to the toilet block though! The daddy long legs used to freak me out.
🦞 The Lockdown Gang still chatting 🦞


