The Gate
Growing up, we were fortunate to spend our summer holidays away in the family’s VW Camper. First would be a fortnight in Wales, followed by a three week trip over on the continent. There would be a lot of excitement at the start of the holidays, the first Saturday would see the Camper loaded up and we’d head off mid-morning. Dad driving, Mum up front with her knitting and my brother and I in the back with our shiny new cassette Walkman’s on and our noses in books. We’d skirt Nottingham, through the West Midlands, on through Shropshire and over the border into Wales where we would stop for lunch, usually alongside the Welshpool & Llanfair and we’d hope to see a train. After lunch, there would be a real anticipation of our holiday as we pressed on over the mountains until we turned down the single track lane in Bryncrug a couple of miles from the coast to our destination, Tynllwyn camp site and caravan park, nestled into the hillside. The Gate - 1983 Once checked in, parents would se...
