NOTES ON
1964 Holiday in
Porthcawl, near Bridgend, South Wales
http://comp.uark.edu/~dsears/photos/1964%20porthcawl/
In 1964
I was almost sixteen, old enough to take a holiday without my parents, old
enough for a girlfriend. I went to
Porthcawl, with my cousin Roger and his family. I had heard so much about it, the holidays at Porthcawl that
Roger and Lorraine took. Usually they
involved the opposite sex. I stared at
girls, and at one point something nearly happened. But I chickened out as they approached to say hello. I looked the other way. And I missed my parents. As a consequence I bought them a huge gift,
which they never knew what to do with.
It was a porcelain container for rum, with tiny mugs to drink from, in
the shape of a sea captain.
The
following year, Mum and Dad came too, but I am not sure they liked it very
much.
The rum decanter that I
bought for Mum and Dad when
I took my first holiday
without them.