These days people jet off to some warm exotic place for holidays. Back in the sixties only the rich knew the joys of air travel and working class familes like mine spent their holidays far closer to home. My first holiday memories were of a caravan park in Dorset when I was about two or three. Our little caravan was permanently pitched on a grassy hill in Swanage, saving the need for towing it back and forth. These days there are lots of caravan parks in Swanage and I have no idea which one it was but we spent many happy weekends there. Continue reading Memories of the early sixties – holidays