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Where was your first holiday?

welder

master brummie
Izzy never been there or heard of it but sounds lovely and quiet. Have you any photo's of it?. A few more photo's of our Talybont holiday. The first is myself the second mom and dad doing the washing and the third a group of us Holte road kids just doing what kids do. I am on the right in long shorts. Jean.

Jean, our first holiday was at Dyffryn Ardudwy, the next stop along the railway from Talybont. We lived in Marston Green and walked the mile from home to the station, "lugging" our luggage (is that where the name came from?) as we went. Then, local train to Birmingham New Street, lug the bags on foot to Birmingham Snow Hill and board the train to Barmouth.
Disembark at Barmouth and board the local train to Dyffryn. Disembark yet again and lug a further half mile to the holiday camp.
LNT 661 was the number plate on our home for the next two weeks, an elderly caravan, painted green and utterly fascinating to us kids, I'm the oldest of four, and I can remember the excitement and sheer happiness of that holiday.
We returned several times over the ensuing years, once, my parents could afford to rent one of the timber-built chalets that we regarded as posh. It seemed the lap of luxury!
Last year, some 48 years after my first visit, my wife and I look a long weekend break in the area and we visited the site. Imagine my delight that, despite the changes wreaked during the best part of half a century, the "posh" chalets remained. Much smaller than I remembered, of course, but I'm twice as tall as I was then!
I used my mobile to take photos of said chalets and forwarded them to my siblings, all of whom came back with messages of fond memories.

I really must book a holiday in the same chalet before they go the way that all things do, in the name of progress. I'll do it tomorrow. I'm glad I read this thread.

Ian
 

G G Jean

Brummy Wench.
Lloyd you were a bonny lad. Big Gee no speeking to you a hotel I ask you. Just tents for us Holte road lot and a hired open top lorry. Shame I have no photo's of the lorry but my brother wrote about our experiences in the December edition of Carls Brumagem where he said the women sat on crates and plucked chickens on the journey ready for cooking when we arrived. We once sat on a load of nicked amunition and we made the newspapers when we got back and they arrested the holiday organiser. The amunition was courtesy of the IMI for the farmers. Good times those. Jean.
 

G G Jean

Brummy Wench.
Ian I am sorry I didn't mean to not answer your post. I too loved Dyffren but I always called it Duffrin. I too would love to go back to Talybont and spend a week visiting the places I went to on my holidays as a child. I see you were posher too as you stayed in a green caravan. I have more poto's of our holidays always in that same field. Jean.
 

welder

master brummie
Jean, Duffrin is the correct pronunciation of the name. I don't know about being posher....the green caravan had a single aluminium skin and condensation, and the occasional earwig, would fall upon us during the night. The thing is, we didn't know any better, or even care!

Ian
 

G G Jean

Brummy Wench.
Ian all I can say is they were some of the best times of my life. Imagine kids today looking forward to roughing it for two weeks sleeping on pillows filled with straw and havin a hole in the ground [no seat] for you loo?. In those days the farmer who rented out his field were the poor ones and our parents would take our cast off clothing for their children. In return we would receive a couple of rabbits in the post for Christmas gutted with a big onion inside. Think that was to preserve the meat. Jean.
 

Frothblower

Lubrication In Moderation
My first was to Paignton Devon with my friend and his parents, I was about 9. First week away from Mom, I missed her terribly :cry:
I haven't been back since.
 

Big Gee

master brummie
Jean,

We only had a hotel because a relation owned it, and doubtless gave us a reasonable discount. Anyway, it wasn't exactly The Ritz!

All the best,

Big Gee
 

maggs

master brummie
I have already put on this thread the Gt.Yarmouth was my first holiday in 1952, but I thought I would add that we couldn't afford to go by train so we used to go by coach. I am sure it was Worthington's coaches, and as we lived off Icknield St., poor old dad had to carry those cases what seemed like miles to me. Does anyone remember that coach company and where they were?
 

Old Boy

master brummie
Maggs,

Worthingtons was a well known coach company. They were in Hurst Street near the Hippodrome.

Old Boy
 

sporty

Brummie babby
I remember staying in a caravan at winkups caravan park towyn near rhyl in about 1965 you had to cross a railway bridge to get to the beach. there was a fair in rhyl with a ride called the mad mouse.
 
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Ann B

Guest
Hi Sporty,

We also went to Winkups. It wasn't our first holiday. I would think these were taken about '57.

Ann
 
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maggs

master brummie
There coaches look posh now don't they? Where was there coach station in the 1950's. Do you remember Alf? Thank you for sending the info.
 

G G Jean

Brummy Wench.
This was my first holiday without my parents at Great Yarmouth. Mr Jennings is my friend Jackies father and her sister Georgina is on the photo. Jackie and myself slept in a tent for the fortnight and went fishing on the broads most days. This photo would be of interest to Dave Bath who knew the family. Jean.
 
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jennyann

Gone but not forgotten. R.I.P.
I am enjoying this "first holiday" thread very much and the photos are so good. My first holiday was at Aberyswth but I was only 18mths old and I don't remember it at all. We went back when I was about 4 years old and I remember going to Talybont. In future years we went to Margate and Cliftonville (Lido and Dreamland). Stayed in guest houses until Mom got fed up with being on a meal schedule, etc. and having to dress and redress us three for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I am surprised Dad's arms didn't grow from carrying those heavy suitcases.

In the early l950's we had our first caravan holiday at Cromer, owned by a Mr. Armfield who worked with Mom at Sun Cycles. It was the first of many caravan holidays. I can remember Dad fetching the fresh bread everyday at Cromer....the smell was heavenly. There was a newlywed couple in the next caravan and the man used to sing "You Touch My Fingertips and My heart is aglow " all the time. I now know that song "My Resistance is Low" Amazing what you remember.
 

Alf

Gone but not forgotten. R.I.P.
oldMowhawk, the new avatar is the result of trying to understand the BRAwomin on this site. Especially Maggieuk.

Bit late to this thread but it was worth the wait for that Trevor it made my day, I will go away now and compose myself and start again:D:D:D
 

Alberta

Super Moderator
Staff member
First holiday age 4 in 1946 to Rhyl,Dad ,Mom,2 kids and tent and camping gear on a motor bike and sidecar.
I have never been in a tent since ,hate the thought of it.
 

maggs

master brummie
jennyann, now you have brought another memory back to me, I would be about 12 yrs old when we went to Clifftonville/Margate. I loved Dreamland every evening, and went swimming with my dad at the Lido every day. I have been back and looked at that sad Lido, it is just derilect now:cry: but it is possible to see how nice it was.
 
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