I would love to say that my travel career began young, as I was whisked around the world on a series of crazy adventures, but that is someone else’s story. Mine starts with a con.
My brothers were all taken to France when I was about 4 years old and I was furious at being left out. My Dad, being the cheeky sod that he is, decided to convince me I too was off on a French jaunt. The con artist! We hopped on a boat that headed across a river somewhere in the UK (Devon somewhere I think) and he told me we were crossing the Channel. When we landed in “France” and made our way to very Parisian cafe, Dad struck lucky with a genuinely French waitress. She spoke French with the family and I ordered some clotted cream ice cream (in French, I’ll have you know). I was completely suckered in and extremely proud that my brilliance with languages allowed me to read the menu and signs in fluent French.
The Holiday Park
My next big trip took me to a holiday park here in the UK. Knowing my Mum now, I am amazed we ever ended up in a caravan. The suggestion of a return trip would be met with a derisive snort and a flash of her India itinerary. Oh how easily we become travel snobs…….it must be hereditary.
I don’t have a huge collection of memories from this holiday, I think I was 5 or so, but a few have stuck with me.
– Eating sweet, vividly coloured puffs of rice called Rainbow Drops, in the rain and marvelling at the food colourings (usually off-limits) dribbling down my fingers.
– Burying my brother neck-deep in the sand at the beach and digging a moat around him in the hopes he would be stuck there forever. This was shortly followed by the immense panic he burst forth with when the sea began to fill up said moat.
– Singing my heart out at the “Fun Factory” kids club, where I introduced myself on alternate days as Rosie or Amy Harper, my best friend of the time. My poor Step-Dad was utterly confused when the Fun Factory entertainer told him how confident and charming Amy was when he was picking up his little Rosie.
At the age of six I was finally spirited away on an exotic holiday to the island of Crete. Read on to hear all about it…
What do you remember about your first holidays? I’d love to hear your stories.