The holidays that stick in my head from my childhood are the caravan holidays Mum would take me on. Sometimes we’d go as a larger family with cousins, other times just us. We’d stay in places like Skegness, Weymouth or Newquay and they were carefree and fun filled. Keen to relive those experiences with little Miss, this year I’d booked us a week’s holiday at Haven Haggerston Castle, near Berwick-upon-Tweed in Northumberland.
The drive up from Yorkshire is a fairly straightforward one, over the moors and up through Newcastle, we were at our caravan by late afternoon. I’d booked one with a decking area for sitting out on, and also so Thelma could watch the world go by. We loved it! The site itself was huge, like a small town, but our little corner of the site, nestled in the trees was fairly quiet and peaceful. After unpacking and making a quick meal in the caravan, we quickly freshened up and headed out to the onsite club.
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| Ready for the club |
Little Miss was thrilled that there was an arcade and a soft play area on site. Only promises to return later in the week would move her past them. The club itself was chaos. We’d arrived right in the middle of bonkers bingo. Once it was over though (we were grateful it was) there was live music which Little Miss was so happy to be able to dance to, and was a pleasant opportunity as there’s not much in the way of family nightlife back in Scarborough.
We had a great evening and made a mental note to miss the bingo slot on our next visit. Next morning, we were up early to go swimming. The pool was busy, but there was still plenty of room to play with the beach ball that little Miss persuaded me to buy. We had a blast. Little Miss has really come along this year with swimming and has so much more confidence.
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| Berwick town centre |
The afternoon was sunny and hot, so we decided to pay nearby Berwick a visit. Berwick-on-Tweed sits on the picturesque river Tweed and is very close to the border of Scotland. Through history it’s been both Scottish and English, and architecturally it certainly feels more Scottish.
We found a fabulous little dog friendly vintage tea room for a tea and cake break, before wandering down to the river front. It was beautiful, but incredibly hot. I don’t usually bring Thelma out in such temperatures so I was careful to make sure she got plenty of water breaks.
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| The river Tweed |
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| Feeling the heat |
On the way back up to town from the river we decided to stop for a cold drink in the sunshine outside a nice cafe. Unfortunately they wouldn’t serve food outside and our desire to sit in the sunshine was stronger than our desire to eat, so it was drinks only.
By the time we wandered back through town to the car park, checking out a few charity shops along the way, we were very hot. Back at the caravan site Mum treated us to a fish and chip supper from the on site chip shop, and we had a quiet night watching TV and relaxing.
