A few days ago we went to Old Colwyn to visit a friend. As Noreen was driving (I am still not allowed to drive because of the accident (all I can say is they should have seen my driving before the accident,)Also if I am restricted from driving my car because of a head injury I wonder if I am allowed to skipper a boat????????
Anyway back to the original story Noreen decided to use the main A55 as I was a passenger I was able to let my mind wonder to when as a very young boy I am talking 1948 to 1964 we as a family use to go to Talacre between Rhyl and Prestatyn. I am not sure who but someone in the family owned a Bungalow in Talacre and everyone use to book their share through Nin (Granny) we always had two weeks but in that two weeks we would have Aunties Uncles cousins call in for a few days I remember it being great fun and never once did I hear a bad word about anyone and we never fell out or had a row ( Could it happen today) But the Bungalow had no electric so, No Telle, wee, game boy, or any other deception of enjoyment.
I can really recount those serene days with great love. I know at my age things in the past seem so peaceful but well you can never forget the good bits only the bad bits.
So that little trip to a few days ago to Wales prompted me to pull this out of the book I am writing. My family consisted of Mum Dad and three brothers. Dad was the first in the street to get a car and what a car if anyone can remember it was an old Austin 12 with runner boards.
Anyway back to the original story Noreen decided to use the main A55 as I was a passenger I was able to let my mind wonder to when as a very young boy I am talking 1948 to 1964 we as a family use to go to Talacre between Rhyl and Prestatyn. I am not sure who but someone in the family owned a Bungalow in Talacre and everyone use to book their share through Nin (Granny) we always had two weeks but in that two weeks we would have Aunties Uncles cousins call in for a few days I remember it being great fun and never once did I hear a bad word about anyone and we never fell out or had a row ( Could it happen today) But the Bungalow had no electric so, No Telle, wee, game boy, or any other deception of enjoyment.
I can really recount those serene days with great love. I know at my age things in the past seem so peaceful but well you can never forget the good bits only the bad bits.
So that little trip to a few days ago to Wales prompted me to pull this out of the book I am writing. My family consisted of Mum Dad and three brothers. Dad was the first in the street to get a car and what a car if anyone can remember it was an old Austin 12 with runner boards.
Our Holidays
We’re off to Talacre that’s near Prestatyn North Wales
We’re off to escape the rain and force ten gales
Dads made a route card with toilet stops in red
Mams packed everything, not leaving the folding bed
Sandwiches, flask, comic, I-spy book on knee
we’re off on holiday mi Mam mi Dad mi brothers and me
How far now Dad? Altringham we just past
Not long, with the car loaded, we can’t go fast
How long now Dad Chester just gone by
We’ll stop for a picnic at Queensberry
We’re on Holiday mi Mam mi Dad mi brothers and me
Our kids been sick which is nothing new
Mam said it was the second brew
Dad mends a puncture and a radiator leak
four hours in traffic were starting to reek
The end is in sight past Connors Quay
Now we’re on holiday mi Mam mi Dad brothers and me
Our Holiday home comes into view
Keys under the mat, smells all fresh and new
Right you lot into line (Dads playing Army again)
With military precision we start the game
unpack car, make beds, stow food, get changed,
every year always the same, But
We’re on holiday mi Mam mi Dad mi brothers and me
First day out Mam doe’s us butties of ham and paste
with our lot there ‘s never any waist
we pack them in paper with pop and a flask
We Know where we’re going, no need to ask
The lighthouse, with a view of the sea
We’re on holiday mi Mam mi Dad mi brothers and me
Dad takes us fishing out at low tide
out with his sons, you can see the pride
Dad shows us worms, how to dig, were to look
setting lines and baiting the hook
Dad enjoys fishing in the sea
He’s on holiday with mi Mam mi brothers and me
Playing all day, cards at night
no worries at all no need to fight
fish and chips at night and sharing a bed
suns been hot and sent mi skin all red
I loved my holidays in Talacre by the sea
With mi Mam mi Dad mi brothers and me
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