Devon 1998-the accomodation

like your dad, my dad never wants to spend more money than he has too, and actually we couldnt afford anything better than the three bed caravan...yes, i know..there were six of us.

this meant that my mum and racheal shared a bed, my brothers another, head to toe, and me and dad swapped sleeping one night in the bed, one night on the floor, hehehe.

sleeping on the floor was ok except it was freezing cold, rock hard and there were lots of spiders about the place...so actually, looking back, it wasnt ok at all! hehehe.

the caravan seemed as small as our car and with us all inside the heat was rediculous, also the paintwork inside and the window frames were suffering from the heat, peeling and cracking...the walls looked like the wrinkled face of a 90 year old.

With all this heat we got very sweaty and so my mum and rach decided to use the shower.

Lola, you have never seen such a disgusting shower...the head of it was encrusted with mold and limescale..all yellowy and rancid...the water hardly got through all this scum. Then the tiles, which were supposed to be white were actually an off-grey like a corpse, there were cobwebs and insects. But the worst thing was two leeches near the taps, ewww, sick. How on earth the campsite owner expected anyone to bath in there was beyond us all.

So, hehehe, my mum and sister ended up bathing in the sea, with their shower gel and smellies foaming up the surf. It was like we were gypsies, bathing in rivers and the sea...was all very hippy...or was it more that we had no money to stay at a proper campsite?