This is going back to when I was quite young.
My parents had arranged a holiday, with friends and their son, who was one day older than me.
It was to a holiday camp type place, and we all travelled to Walmer, in Kent, by train, which was exciting in itself.
At the station, we were met. by the holiday transport! in all it's glory. It had been a bus in a previous incarnation, and was run down to say the least.
When we arrived at the camp site, we were given directions to our accommodation.
Well, my poor mum, and auntie Ivy, were speechless. The door to our 'chalet' had a broken bakelite handle, and when we got inside, we were met by copious cobwebs and a very dreary interior.
Mum and auntie Ivy got into housewife mode and cleaned the chalets from top to bottom and corner to corner, even the windows got a shine.
We settled in, eventually, I think dad and uncle Tom had gone off to have a quiet smoke somewhere.
I don't remember the food, but we 3 children did have fun.
I won 10/- in a bingo game, which was an enormous amount for me, and my brother got a prize in a dressing up competition.
As far as I remember, the weather was good, and we made a lot of our own fun and adventures.
Our holiday was talked about for a long time by the two families. Not sure if the adults enjoyed it as much as us children though.
Happy days!