When I was younger, we never used to go abroad. In fact, I don’t actually know ANY of my friend that did.
Most of my friends went to Skegness, Blackpool or Scarborough. These seaside destinations were always popular for us northerners, but now they’re kind of seen as a bit of a joke. They’re good for nights out, hen do’s and day trips, but they have a reputation for dirty beaches, cheesy amusement arcades and rain.
Thankfully we didn’t holiday often in the north of England, we used to always go down south to Devon and Cornwall.
My memories include being woken up at around 4am to make the 6 hour journey down. I remember endless car rides, I remember stopping off at service stations where we all had to share a warm bottle of dilute pop and eat pre-made sandwiches from the cooler bag. I remember doing cross word puzzles, fighting over who gets the salt and vinegar crisps, listening to my portable CD player and looking at the clock thinking hours had passed, when in fact, only 5 minutes had.
It’s funny how when you’re a child, time passes so slow. Remember how summer holidays seemed to last years and the days went on forever?
I remember this beach we used to always go to, and there was a little steam that ran all the way though the holiday park we were staying in right down to the beach and into the sea. We used to sit by it on the beach and play in it.
I also remember a not so nice memory when my best friend came with us one year for a week. She was sick in the car on the way home! Remember those Cupcake Dolls you could get? Where they looked like a cupcake but you could take the lid off and pull the ‘wrapper’ down so it made a dress for a doll? Well, they all had a scent to them and mine was a yellow lemon one – I had that thing to my nose all the way home because of the sick smell!
Anyway, I’m losing the point again, aren’t I? STANDARD CORINNE.
When people ask me about my childhood memories, I always think back to our holidays in Devon and occasionally Cornwall! We actually went back a couple of years ago, my parents, my brothers and their families. It was fun to stay in a caravan like we used to!
Here are some of my favourite things about holidaying in Devon and Cornwall, and why I am DYING to go again:
- The scenery in Cornwall and Devon is stunning. Google Woolacombe, Bude, Combe Martin, or Ilfracombe (just to name a few) and try to argue with me these places aren’t stunning. It’s hard to believe this is the UK.
- Staying in a caravan park is SO much fun. Yes, the beds are tiny, but it’s like your own little house and they always have that smell that reminds me of a childhood holiday!
- Cornwall Cottages are just so adorable and cottagecore asthetic to the max!
- You can take your own tent or caravan if you wish!
- UK holiday parks usually have their own bar and entertainment that’s full of nostalgia. Bingo, magic shows, Jake the Peg, a kids disco that plays the hocky cokey..
- Fish and chips are 100% better by the seaside.
- The weather can be surprisingly hot!
- You can drive, meaning you have your car with you so you can explore.
- There’s loads to do and see, small fishing villages, local cheese and wine to try and it’s a cyclists dream.
- There are many theme parks and amusement parks – I remember my personal favourites being the Milky Way in Bideford and Once Upon A Time in Woolacombe.
- The water sports!
- There are loads of zoos and petting farms.
- You don’t have to worry about checking your passport is in date, changing your money or travel insurance!
Now you’ve listen to me ramble on, let’s look at some photos of my time in Devon and Cornwall as a kid!
So if you’re looking for a holiday this year, then do try out Devon or Cornwall – John Fowler holidays is a family run business that has holiday parks across Devon, Cornwall and Somerset.
Now tell me about your childhood holiday destinations!
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This post is written in collaboration with John Fowler Holidays. All views are my own.