A gentle stroll down the beach in Prestatyn, Wales with my parents and sisters. We came across this holiday camp. It didnt look particularly inviting but things were a bit like that then. This may of course have been taken after 1984 when it was closed down and used to train police in riot control. In 2001 it was redeveloped for housing so assuming foreign holidays are something of the past we need to get re-building.
My bedroom for the week on a family holiday in the small Welsh village of Nebo in 1980.
There was a quiet timelessnes to the room.
At the ago of 20 this was my last family holiday together. My father got on very well with a couple of local farmers who invited him to join them on a mole hunt, he didnt quite expect the knock at 5am to go out and do it but it all worked out in the end.