General Chat

Apart from the usual post .it is getting very slow on here .does no one want to be bothered or is GR going down the pan ;-) :-D

Maybe it is just a new fashion for retro slow connecting up an old modem and blasting the boards at 56K. Or maybe writing letters to Mélanie Phillips and the Hopkins creature is back in vogue. Or maybe the discovery of a new species of native snake in England and an alligator at Chew Lake has struck terror into the hearts of the brexiteers. Maybe the expense of signing up for multiple alt.right subs and the high cost of coffee at Starbucks, Costa, JS et al has left nowt for poor Gr.

One thing is for sure they are not on the beach in the UK.

Seen in BBC Studio, Headingly, a desktop Pc running Xp. No coment.

Thought that was the reason :-S

It's probably a combination of a lot of things, including sitting on a beach in the damp UK or in sunnier climes.
There aren't that many people who can think of topics to post. Sometimes they take off, other times they don't.

I thought it was always beach time no matter what the weather .... if it's your holiday you're at the beach no question asked!!

I waffle with too much background info and kill threads so I often read but not post :-(

Caroline

That takes me back......

Childhood Devon holidays on the beach in August, more than often well under 70 degrees, being told...

"You are on holiday.......Enjoy yourself'

As the wind whipped sand into our sandwiches mum would inevitably be in her coat as she felt the cold. Dad would be in shirt sleeves determined to prove that it was summer. My little sister and I, teeth chattering in swimsuits, towels and those coverall things that you changed under trying very hard to enjoy a traditional British beach holiday :-(

Happy memories
:-D

Chris

Chris exactly right.....and if God forbid it was hot...Grandad with his knotted hankie over his head...yes mine did.....Grandma might paddle but with her stockings on still....and one year my sister had a knitted swimsuit I think my Grandma made for her...went into the water one size came out ten times bigger .... good days :-D

It is not widely realised that S Devon beach sand is red. One year camping at Slapton my sister slipped on the beach sand/mud indelibly staining an expensive dress. Mum was really mad, I laughed a Wilfred Bramble larf.

The next year we went to Spain. No rain at all.

My uncle fought in the closing perimiter at Dunkirk and became a pow. As a result he refused to visit any beach or walk more than short distances. He liked Switzerland (no coast) so I was able to learn to ski and other useful skills ;-)

I was very shy as a child & instead of sitting on the sands in a swimming costume & enjoying the warm weather . .would wrap a coat round me *.Happy Days * :-D :-D

Struggling down to the beach with a windbreak & picnic chairs as well as a bucket & spade and fishing net. Never caught anything & probably wouldn't have known what to do with it if you did.
Elastic smocked swimsuits for little girls. When you eventually took them off, you had a pattern of squares on your chest. Thermos flasks of stewed tea, egg sandwiches with salad cream, packet of crisps with a blue paper twist containing salt. Wander the dunes with Dad looking for discarded soft drinks bottles he could return for 3d.

Yep you were there then x I had a great child hood :-D

And not an ice pack in sight for the egg sandwiches and yet we survived :-D

Rollo

You obviously had a more privileged childhood than mine. My first holiday abroad (with family) was in 1972, an Austrian skiing village in the summer, so cheap!

Caroline

I have a photo of my dad with the knotted handkerchief......That was in the early 70s, I was 13ish and so embarrassed ;-) :-D

Babra

That came later for me (1972)......Family car parked at the local cricket match with picnic and me refusing to get out of the car.

Det

Ruched swimming costumes!.....I have photos of me in them in the 1960s :-D

Chris

Our first holiday abroad was in about 1965. Nightime ferry from Newhaven to Dieppe than drove down through France to L'Estartit in Spain. Although we had 2 over night stops in France, we self catered in Spain as it was cheaper. Mum took 'the makings' for a picnic en route + cans of tinned meat amongst other things for when we arrived. This wasn't so much to avoid 'foreign food' as to help eek out the sterling that they were allowed to take out of the country.

We had an accident on the way back, hitting a US serviceman's car. They took us to the US Base hospital to be checked over & for my shins to be stitched. I still have the scars! Then we were taken to the town where the car had beem towed for repairs. We had to stay there a couple of days while that happened. In one respect we were fortunate that the Americans looked after us. My 1st year of French phrase book wasn't of much help!

Happy days? it was certainly a holiday to remember.

Joan

You were posh :-D

We never bought from the kiosk unless my dad's parents were on holiday with us......Then they kept mum and dad plied with tea!

I cannot remember what my sister and I drank, probably nothing as there where no warnings to drink more to stop dehydration then.....Mind you the temperatures were not high enough to warrant it!

I do remember eating quite a lot of ice creams courtesy of the more well off grandparents :-D

Chris

DetEcTive
One of my early holidays was to L'Estartit in Spain c 1960 .
A lovely little fishing village then:-D :-D :-D

Von - I dread to think what it would be like now. We stayed in a new-build apartment on the outskirts of the village. Its probably been over-developed since then.

Barbra, reference your opening post : it is definitely slow on the Boards these days :-(

Hardly anything moving.

Even I'm suffering from literary constipation :-D :-D

Don't even get me started about holidays! ;-)

Wouldn't that be on the bland thread anyway Allan? :-D