My sister has pursuaded me and my youngest to join her in Clacton for the weekend in a caravan.
I was initially dreading it but then thought back to the great times we had as kids on caravan holidays.
I remember the smell of the caravan as they all tend to smell the same, the fancy dress competitions, the club, the penny slots, the beach and the sunburn we all used to suffer with cold flannels on our shoulders at night and of course in the real early days the trek to the communial toilets and showers.
So have you got any great caravan holiday stories to share.?
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