The season begins
We count down from the end of October to mid-March to when the season begins at our caravan site. We have a static caravan, which we sometimes refer to as a holiday home when we want to impress. It is sited near a pretty, quiet village and it has its own beach.
We have been going here for a decade, although we upgraded the caravan which used to belong to my aunt and uncle who used theirs for thirty years. Some of the daffodils which greet us each Spring were planted by my uncle.
To arrive at the coast, there is no waiting around for flights or worrying if we have forgotten anything as the caravan is fully stocked. Granted, the North Sea and the weather on the East Coast of Yorkshire doesn’t always compare with the Med, but it has a charm all of its own. The landscapes and skyscapes are stunning and the seaside has a certain fascination.
En route we pass through the lovely Yorkshire Wolds. Sometimes we feel we are travelling through a Hockney painting, especially his work portraying Warter, Sledmere and Garrowby Hill.
It isn’t like staying in a hotel, but cooking , cleaning and especially gardening are not onerous tasks. We have time to read and write, spend time with family and friends and look for shells and fossils.
Where is your special place?