During our (My small families) early days of struggling for money after we had tied the knot, the opportunity for a holiday was as scarce as dinosaur shit. We scrimped and saved as much as possible in order to take the kids on holiday, turning frugality into an art form.
Around about when our youngest daughter was 8 or 9 we really struggled to afford any kind of day trip, so I bit the bullet and went to the bank to ask for a loan. I personally thought that they’d turn me down for even a small loan. However, they greeted me with hungry, bloodsucking fangs and actually helped me sign up for a loan I/we couldn’t really afford. They very ‘Kindly ‘ allowed me to borrow £3000 for a car. Actually, we spent £900 on a car that was barely fit for purpose. A Peugeot estate that was about 7 years old in 1998. To be fair it looked well, was very clean, was mechanically sound and had a large boot. With the rest of the money we bought a large tent, camping essentials, booked a couple of camping pitches on the east coast and paid a couple of overdue bills.
As a family, we were happy and now, mobile. So we made our plans, booked my holiday slot at work and waited for liftoff day to arrive for a much needed 7 day camping trip.
The trip took us to Whitby for 3 days and good old Skegness for 4 days. Our journey up to Whitby was eventful. Half way there, the new addition to the family (Mr Car) decided to indulge In a spot of flat tyre syndrome on a very busy roundabout. As you can imagine I was fucking delighted! Baring in mind the spare tyre was hidden in the boot under a tightly packed tent and utilities, as well as 2 large suitcases and various (Unnecessary bags) I was faced with a task!! I managed to steer the car to a safe spot just off the roundabout and set about the task like a rabid vampire sucking on its first virginal bottom. I was a man possessed and motivated, I couldn’t have been any faster if I’d been trying out for a Formula 1 race team. We still talk about it to this day. It took me under 15 minutes to empty the boot, Jack the car, change the wheel and repack the car. The kids of course were oblivious to my predicament and merely carried on with their building excitement.
Anyway, crisis dealt with, we carried on with our journey up to Whitby and then it became funny, interesting and absolutely brilliant.