Caravan Holiday In 50s

A Memory of Seasalter.

My parents had a caravan at The Old Coastguards close to Seasalter Sailing Club from 50s to 70s. It had only 3 caravans on it. I regularly got up early as a child to accompany the site owner, a super guy, while he followed the tide out to put out fishing lines. The next morning going out early morning to get the days catch.
My parents seemed unaware of the shifting sands danger at low tide and I had several close shaves getting stuck in the sand. Also being cut off by rising tide while on a sandbank with my cousin and wading back to safety of the beach. I remember 'Cockle Bill' who looked 90 years old and he used to push his bike out to the mud flats and always came back with 2 full sacks of cockles. Having mum's cooked breakfast in the caravan after walking to Waldens shop to buy milk where I secretly looked at the saucy postcards. Nothing beats a cooked breakfast in a caravan. The sounds that are still in my memory are of the cables and flags of the sailing club dingys fluttering in the wind and the sound of skylarks (I think) high in the sky. As a child beachcombing held a fascination finding small remnants of ww2 aircraft which had been shot down. Small jellyfish were always washed up on the beach and our belief was always that ones with white circles were safe and purple circles were deadly....probably rubbish.
This was the happiest time of my life.

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