It looks as though things have caught up with Pontins who were once considered to be a highly desirable holiday destination way back through the mists of time.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-11748317
We only ever stayed at a Pontins once somewhere around 1962 or 63, if I remember it was somewhere near to Southport and most of the street went on two coaches ( or char a bangs as we called them back in the day) for a week.
We were easily pleased back then, music played through loudspeakers situated around the site to get everybody out of bed early and into the giant concrete structure supposedly resembling a land lubbers idea of a cruise ship (I'm not making this up honestly!) which contained an enormous dining hall for a breakfast served by grubby spotty teddy boy types with glottal Merseyside accents.
I remember that we kids stuck (literally) to the cornflakes, the 'full English' breakfast was considered to be too rich for our delicate stomachs and we were told that it would 'only make us sick'.
They got that part dead on at least, the waiters fingernails back then were blacker than the Devils curtains so we didn't much fancy it anyway.
We loved the free table tennis and funfair rides, my younger sister sprained her ankle on a sort of pedal go cart (she's still a lousy driver
) and she became the centre of attention (as usual) for the remainder of the stay.
There were the bathing beauty contests, glamorous grannies and knobbly knees and ballroom dancing each evening which gave us kids a chance to slope off from under the parental gaze whilst the adults tripped the light fantastic.
Not long after our father bought a large tent and a Bedford van with twin windscreens and a bench seat and this gave rise to many camping expeditions and sort of ignited my present day love of caravanning.
Dear, innocent times and I hope that Pontins survives in one form or another as Haven seems to have prospered because it's sad to see another little bit of the past disappear.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-11748317
We only ever stayed at a Pontins once somewhere around 1962 or 63, if I remember it was somewhere near to Southport and most of the street went on two coaches ( or char a bangs as we called them back in the day) for a week.
We were easily pleased back then, music played through loudspeakers situated around the site to get everybody out of bed early and into the giant concrete structure supposedly resembling a land lubbers idea of a cruise ship (I'm not making this up honestly!) which contained an enormous dining hall for a breakfast served by grubby spotty teddy boy types with glottal Merseyside accents.
I remember that we kids stuck (literally) to the cornflakes, the 'full English' breakfast was considered to be too rich for our delicate stomachs and we were told that it would 'only make us sick'.
They got that part dead on at least, the waiters fingernails back then were blacker than the Devils curtains so we didn't much fancy it anyway.
We loved the free table tennis and funfair rides, my younger sister sprained her ankle on a sort of pedal go cart (she's still a lousy driver
There were the bathing beauty contests, glamorous grannies and knobbly knees and ballroom dancing each evening which gave us kids a chance to slope off from under the parental gaze whilst the adults tripped the light fantastic.
Not long after our father bought a large tent and a Bedford van with twin windscreens and a bench seat and this gave rise to many camping expeditions and sort of ignited my present day love of caravanning.
Dear, innocent times and I hope that Pontins survives in one form or another as Haven seems to have prospered because it's sad to see another little bit of the past disappear.