I lived in Rhyl for 14 years . It always puzzled me why people would want to go on holiday there
As a child, I didn't know that you could go anywhere else on holiday.
My parents weren't the most adventurous of people so our holidays were in caravan parks in Rhyl.
I didn't go abroad until I was 22.
First in Rhyl it was Winkups, then latterly Robin Hood Camp.
As a child, we had the best times. In a caravan, beach every day, put the wind break up, sand in the sandwiches, paddle in the sea, knickerbocker glory, fish and chips, walk down the promenade, try to win at bingo.
I just remember being happy.
Our family had simple tastes and we enjoyed the moment.
On other days we would venture further afield to Prestatyn or Harlech or Black Rock Sands.
I haven't been back in the longest time and probably wouldn't enjoy it now, but as a child I loved it.
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I've just had to add a quick edit to my post above because I've done some maths.
My memories above were actually 50 years ago.
So Rhyl might have changed bit?