Family holidays!

I came across this today, in the general tidying and sorting of boxes.  It's 1966, so far as I can tell, with the lovely Morris Oxford with its red leather bench seat in the front.  We were up near Glen Affric and that rock we were sitting on was crawling with ants!  I remember it well!

My sisters were 4 and 6, my brother 7, and I was 9.  The following year l I asked for a dog for my birthday, but instead I was told I was getting another baby brother or sister - another one!  Imagine my disappointment!  It was a sister, my poor brother was well and truly outnumbered.

Every year we went away in the caravan; Dad built canvas sling bunk beds into it, and later we had an awning which we, the three eldest, were allowed to sleep in, which gave us a lot more space.   Whenever it was dry we were outside, usually in lochs, streams, on the beach, up trees, but there was usually plenty of rain, it being Scotland, and so a lot of the holidays involved hours of board and card games.  My mother can't have had a lot of fun, cooking and washing etc for four, and then five, of us.  Not really what you would call much of a holiday for her . . . !  And one year we all had chicken pox!