Posted: 22/02/2017 at 12:38
Fidget, saw that programme and it brought back memories. Mother my Sister and Myself spent a week at Saltburn every year, we had a small holding with animals so Dad stayed home. We had a small car Ford 8 all our gear would be loaded and off we went, long distance then, less than half an hour now. We would be in a B&B the old style, Breakfast dead on 08:30 Tea at five o clock. Saltburn pre-war was a lovely place Italian sunken Gardens, Cliff lift to the beach, a lovely pier and a miniature rail way running up and down the valley, always a brilliant week We even managed to get the last holiday in 1939 just before war was declared, after that all our beaches were mined wired and had blockhouses built.
From then on Holidays were on Uncle Arthurs farm, working but to a lad great fun, Hay Making, Harvest, Tattie picking and Turnip snagging besides all the work with the animals, holidays for all of us in war time and long after would be a day cycling to a country village and back with a couple of sandwiches and bottle of water. To lads and lasses of my age who seemed to have freedoms modern children do not have, we were free to roam, find fruit to pick down wandering country lanes where hedges would have Apples Pears and Plums as well as berries to pick and eat at will, always taking some home for pies or jam even though we had orchards, war raging round us but we seemed to be carefree, Gerry had already had one go at me and missed by a few hundred yards, you got that "to hell" feeling life can be cut short enjoy it whilst you can.
My own family long after the war and often others in the family had two weeks holiday somewhere every year without fail, they still talk about those times, it was always for them but Joan and I would usually find somewhere to dance, that was our part of those holidays. My Daughter is going on another cruise wanted me to go, no thanks done that, we called them troopships.