We're back from our week long holiday, tired and not so hungry anymore after nipping out to the nearest gastropub. Whilst the weather was warm it was disappointing that the sun cream remained unopened and we spent the grand total of about half an hour on the beach at Great Yarmouth with a handful of other hardy souls who at least prepared better with a windbreaker or in one case flew a kite. We made the token gesture of tipping our toes in the sea and built a few sandcastles with Bethany before going for lunch.
The campsite itself left us a little underwhelmed, not that there was anything wrong with it, only it was a lot larger than the John Fowler site in Ilfracombe we were at last year and it felt slightly impersonal. A number of other factors may have contributed to this as well as the Entertainment team not being able to spend as much time with the customers and Alison did point out that it was peak season so there were more school age children there as opposed to toddlers and pre teens who outnumbered teenagers in Ilfracombe. The "Showbar" was also dark and loud which Bethany found discomfiting and did not dance along as she had previously. The other bar contained the restaurant and TVs and tended to be a mix of teenagers playing on the pool tables and the parents relaxing having shook them off for a moment. That's not to say that there were no other toddlers only each family unit was busy doing there own thing with one eye on their own kids all the time.
Ironically the last night we went for a meal in a nearby pub we had noticed and got on well with another family who had two young boys, the elder (2.5ish) of whom spent most of the night running around the pub with Bethany. After chasing each other all night he also guarded from going outside to the smoking area as she had taken off her shoes and when his mother called him to come back as they were going she mentioned about not letting her outside and he led her back holding hands. He even gave her a goodbye kiss much to all our amusement and jokes of a holiday romance making it quite a pleasant night spoilt only by my gammon being burned to a crisp.
That evening felt more relaxed being out of the camp environment which did give that surreal prison feel at times not mitigated by it being a forest based site but yet stuck in the middle of a housing estate and having to show our passes to get back in after 6pm. This early curfew almost made me feel guilty about going out for the day which may have been the idea.
I may save the joys of trips out for another day as it is getting on and I just want to sit down and vegetate / fall asleep on the couch.
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