Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Visiting my old haunts virtual style.

Gregg came across this video on YouTube and knew I would enjoy it.  I spent a very happy few minutes seeing some of the old sights I knew so well.  We didn't actually move down to South Devon until I was 15 years of age in 1965, but many years before that, twice a year, we would spend a holiday not too far away from Torquay (pronounced 'Torkee' for those who don't know the area), and visited the town frequently before I actually worked there in the mid 70s.


In those years before our move we would often take my Grandmother on holiday with us.  She was my Mother's Mum.  One year we stayed in a small hole-in-the-wall hotel (not in Torquay but I did spot it on the video) and I remember my grandmother complaining that the bed was so damp she couldn't sleep in it.  It indeed was.  It was early in the year, we were by the ocean and everywhere was damp, there was no lovely central heating back in those days.  My Dad took Nanny's room and she slept with my Mum.  Did they complain about the damp bed?  Probably not, they would not want to make a fuss.  It was March or April and the place didn't get many holiday makers at that time of the year, we were out of season. The climate was still cold and damp, and if this small hotel was a bit damp you just made do until it became tolerable.  Besides, to us at that age it was another adventure.  Funny what you think of when you look back.  

Our twice-yearly holidays were spent in caravans (campers) on the side of a hill.  There's a scene in the video where you can see caravans in much the same setting as ours was and Gregg said, "Is that your place?"  "Well," I said, "those caravans are a lot posher than the ones we stayed in, all painted smartly like that, and besides that, they are miniatures from the model village nearby."  I may have had a bit of a twinkle in the eye when I said it.  He didn't realize they weren't the real thing.  I had to smile.  To be fair, Gregg didn't know about the miniature village and they were very good models, even though the people were looking a bit 'wooden'. 

If you would like to take a look at Babbacombe Model Village, you can click on the link here.

21 comments:

Mimsie said...

Back then is always worth thinking about isn't it? Such a contrast to our life in modern times.
Our holidays in a guest house when I was a kid were wonderful and, of course, never any damp beds here in W.A. Always too hot in our summer holidays (or even the winter ones for that matter.
I love seeing things about England. It said we have a genetic memory and I always feel a tad homesick when I see scenes of England even though I've never been there. I've also heard so much about it from English parents and an English husband.
Years ago when I was a youngster my folks always referred to England as 'home' as I guess I thought of it that way as well. Strange how the mind works at time.

Elephant's Child said...

It is amazing the things that were simply accepted isn't it? A damp bed would gives grounds for a law suit now I suspect - or at the very least non payment of the tariff.

Sweepy said...

Woof Denise what a memorable thing. I'm afraid I don not see any woofy pictures. I think I need an eyeglasses ;-)

Lui said...

Oh what a memory lane, Denise! Mine is quite pathetic lately that even Sweepy grumbles when I forget a lot! Haha!

Have a happy week, Denise!

Valerie said...

You make me want to go south, Denise. I love that part of the country. I can imagine you reminiscing like mad as you watched the video. Lovely.

Em Parkinson said...

I remember those damp beds in a horrendous holiday let in Penzance in 1969. When we opened the kitchen larder there were two mice sitting on a shelf munching away. Things were different then indeed!

eileeninmd said...

Nice video, Denise. Beach holidays are always fun, especially when you are young. Lovely memories for you!
Have a happy day!

diane b said...

Lovely memories Denise. It is great how videos and photos van bring back memories. I love this quote:
'Photos are the pilot light of memory."

Roy Norris said...

That was nice to watch Denise, we spent one holiday many years ago now in Torquay with the children. You may remember the "Pony and Trap" ride that goes to Cockington Village, I believe they still do that.
I doubt that much has changed over the years, apart from the style of Ladies dresses.{:))

Jane and Chris said...

We put up with a lot in the UK didn't we?!
Jane x

KaHolly said...

Prety neat. Some nice memories to share.

Tanya Breese said...

it is funny the things we remember! how neat to have this little video clip to take you back home!

Gail Dixon said...

Ooohh, a damp bed would be hard to get restful sleep in. Funny the things we remember from our youth. :)

Linda@arichtapestry said...

South Devon used to be a favourite holiday destination when I was young and we returned once or twice when our children were little. Now I've traced some ancestors back to the south Devon Cornish border, which is pleasing. Old video clips bring back happy memories.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

You Tube does make for great reminiscing. (Not that I ever lived in such a charming town.)

gigihawaii said...

Lovely piano music, lovely video. I can imagine the damp beds near the shore. Here in Hawaii, people who live near the ocean often complain about corrosion of metal from the salt. Not good for musical instruments, either.

Michelle said...

Lovely memories, even if they were of damp beds :)

Kay said...

What a quaint, beautiful area that is. I can imagine how nostalgic you must be feeling.

Carletta said...

What a delightful video Denise! Loved the piano music as well.
I'm sure this was a real treat for you. I'm sure this has evoked some lovely memories.

Cathy said...

It does us good to walk down Memory Lane now and again Denise and You Tube is great for this sort of thing
My Dad always used to say - never forget where you came from - and thats one way of remembering.
Take care
Cathy

Sara said...

I enjoyed that video, though the music made me feel a little melancholy thinking about those simpler times . . . when we were young.