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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Landing in Colombo at 6am
Coach fighting through Sri lankAn rush hour
Checking in to a luxury hotel and crashing out under the jasmine trees beside the pool sipping rum from a king coconut |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The playground in our nearby park had a castle with a waterfall running into a massive paddling pool area with a boat in the middle
Great in the summer sun |
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First holiday with mum and dad when I was 8 in a rickity old caravan,and eating fresh huge thick fresh lamb chops from a farm at the top of the hill.And the River Dee running along side the caravan,I was more in the water than I was out of it.Up to date that is still one of the best holidays of my life. |
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Working on a campsite near a lake, skinny dipping at midnight
Grape harvest in Sauterne near Bordeaux. The farmer had a condition that made him fall asleep as soon as he sat down! I was young and found that hilarious. Thank god he never fell asleep driving the tractor 
3 day hiking trip across the Alps with 10 friends. Sleeping rough in makeshift huts, breaking the ice to wash your face in the morning.
And Africa..of course! |
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By *els_BellsWoman
over a year ago
with the moon n stars somewhere in gtr manc |
Lying in the back garden in short shorts, bikini top with my walkman on, listening to 90's songs covered in baby oil (thinking I'd tan quicker)
Those were the days when I didn't fry and the only worry I had was strap marks and what I was going to wear  |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Summer hols spent working on my Dad's building sites, earning what seemed mega amounts of pocket money, learning to make tea (so Dad's blokes didn't chuck it over me when I got it wrong!), and sneaking crafty looks at the latest Penthouse calendar in the shed..!!
Then 1977 in Canada: Opened my eyes to the truth about my Mum, and had a whale of a time with a girl called Heather..
And then... summers in the 80's and 90's working in London, and being able to stroll through Green Park and/or St James at lunchtimes. Sexy tourists and a little bit of piece and quiet away from all the madness... Lol!
Ted  |
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By *yrdwomanWoman
over a year ago
Putting the 'cum' in Eboracum |
Summers on the river on my Granny and Grandads boat. Watching the Saturday Matinee and their local cinema. Walking over the bridge and watching the sunset on the river.
Getting burnt so badly in Arcachon I couldn't move for two days. Thunderstorms over our Gite in Bordeaux.
Eating shellfish and drinking Beer Chang in Thailand. Sand so hot it burned my feet.
Red wine on the balcony in Alykanas. |
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Going to New Brighton Baths (outdoor). Going to play in the cemetery with a boy I knew, picking flowers (bad I know thinking back but didn't think so at the time  ) trying to find the oldest grave!
Watching the shows in Vale park, sitting on the hill so we didn't have to pay |
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" Stung twice by a wasp on the back while digging for rag worm while tide was out.
In sure there is a moral to that story somewhere  "
Lol My dad conned me into doing it when I was a nipper, he did always buy us an ice lolly though.
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By (user no longer on site)
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Lots of festivals are good summer memories....also spending all my summer hols by the river as kids we were so lucky to live here and have so much to do as kids....also just taking off to the beach or hest bank.
My dad used to run activity weekends in the lakes so we used to do that most weekends through the summer i had quite a lucky childhood when i think about it |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Water fights with squirty bottles. Making camps outside with bedclothes. Using the red and white BT barriers to slide down the hill. Flying my kite with my dad at the lake |
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). Back home for tea at 6 then a bit of telly, chat with Mam and Dad, play with/beat up the younger siblings (depending how obnoxious they were being) then bed with a book and a torch to read under the covers as it got dark...
Happy days in Arse End 
