Yes! We are on holiday – again!

I know it sounds like we are always away. If only that were true. It’s just that holiday time gives me the free time and the head space to write. And of course, our holidays are never without something happening.

Hubby and I are away with our eldest son and two grandchildren. By the sea, in a caravan. Or a tin can as this week has proven.

We didn’t know there was going to be a storm, with gale force winds, and a spring tide. Which is always high and creates water surges.

Do you get the picture?

The wind was so strong, the Tin Can – sorry – caravan was rocking. And not in a good way!

Not every window was air tight, and the front door was warped so didn’t shut properly.

It was like something out of the Wizard of Oz.

So we go to bed on the first night. Oh yes all that was going on the first day we arrived! And the next morning we find out there had been localised flooding, and the site next to us had been evacuated. People were up to their chests in water, some took refuge on the roof of their vans. They were rescued by fire brigade and the life boat crews.

Not a pleasant start to a holiday.

So, the romantic idea of looking for crabs in rock pools, and searching for fossils has been shelved. It’s not too windy to go on a bike ride (not me, the grandchildren and their dad) We have been to the pool. There is a lazy river that is anything but lazy. The water is swift, the older kids love it, and as they rush round – you feel like you are being chased by a horde of marauding crocodiles. Buckets of water fall on your head, and the water slides are full of screaming and laughing kids and adults alike.

But like most caravan parks the biggest draw in the evening is the entertainment. Bingo, singing, quiz shows, kiddies discos, the bar, the shop selling flashing toys that don’t last the evening, singing, the bar, popcorn, the bar. You get the picture?

We are here for the duration. Its time away with family, with all our faults! I can’t make my grandaughters breakfast the way she likes it. The toaster has a mind of its own. The bedroom is so small you can’t swing a cat – let alone your trousers to put them on. The bedroom curtains let the light in, at stupid o’clock. Right in your face. And the cupboard in the bedroom has an internal light, activated by the door being closed. But because the doors are warped – that doesn’t happen. It’s on all night, the faint light creeping around the room and shining in your face, on the other side to the light from the curtains- you get the picture? It only did that for the first night……

We are off to a talent contest today. My grandsons talent – annoying each and everyone of us. Oh, and breakdancing! Look out MC Hammer – someone is after your crown!!!