A rewind post.
We had the best summer holidays. It would start with 1 week in a caravan in Tenby, a week of long beach days and barbecues with a treat at the ice cream parlour. Anyone who visited Tenby in 80s/90s would remember the cute houses and trains all made out of ice cream.
Later on in the summer we’d drop everything on a Friday afternoon to go camping 20 minutes from home. Our favourite site was in Sully with an ice cold outdoor swimming pool. We thought we were miles away from home.
When not away we would attend playschemes as Trinity Church, The hut, Plasnewydd, the STAR and East Moors with one mum doing lunchtime cover for 7/8 plus kids. Day trips to Barry Island, Porthkerry park, Ponty/Caerphilly paddling pools, Porthcawl, Ogmore, and Cwmcarn. We took swimming lessons, went canoeing, watersiking and overcame the Splottness monster in Splott pool.
At the end of the summer there would be the annual trip with the Labour club to Weston Super Mare.
We enjoyed The Big Weekend and the Radio 1 roadshow when both were free music festivals. To make money we set up shop in the front garden, selling mums book collection, or washing the neighbours cars/walking their dogs.
We went back to nature on our doorstep, going “fishing” or “nutting” in Waterloo Gardens (even better if we went to Trethomas as this was actual countryside for us!)
We were busy every day, yet we probably still complained we were bored. You often hear that it takes a village to raise children, our mum was chief of this village along with our dad and the other parents in our tribe that made our summers so special. We look back on these summers with the fondest memories and use these as the benchmark for adventures now.
Ways to Cwtch 