Holidays

A Memory of Scratby.

My brother and I had holidays in the chalets on the top of the cliffs along with my parents and maternal grandmother.  It always seemed hot and sunny and the whole two weeks was spent climbing along the cliffs, digging in the sand and swimming.  In the evenings we played board games or took a walk to California Sands.  Dad took us into Great Yarmouth on the Wednesday of each of our two weeks.  It may seem very quiet and boring but looking back they are some of the happiest times I can remember.  I seem to remember someone came round in a van and we always had the most wonderful doughnuts and peaches from them.  There was also a water butt in the garden that Dad would dunk Peter and I in when we came back from the beach so we didn't trail sand into the bungalow.  One year a man came to mow the grass on the top of the cliff and there was a bird nest which he spotted so left surrounded by grass.  There were two seats on the cliff, one for public use and one that was covered in shells that I think belonged to one of the chalets.  I used to love sitting on them eating the sweets I'd bought from the shop at the end of the road.  My brother has been back but not been able to find where we were, I've thought about trying to find it myself but want to retain the memories I have.

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