READERS’ M EM ORIES

At the Red Lion Arbroath caravan site in the ’70s, we played Monopoly when it rained and walked along the cliffs and ate ice cream on the seafront when it didn’t. Dennis Park, Tayside.

Staying in The Netherlands, every evening bats would take to the heavens en masse above our tin refuge,

while we cowered inside!

Scott M cEwan, Dumfries.

About 14 of us would turn up to a five-berth caravan. How my mother cooked for us all on a two-ring gas stove I don’t know. Sandra Ritchie, West Lothian.

My dad made up outlandish stories about the people in the caravan next to us. He told us they were Russian spies! Fiona Reid, Forfar.

My grandfather built a wooden caravan in the ’40s. It was towed to the seaside at Hunstanton. Elizabeth O’Regan, Lincoln.

We travelled to France in my dad’s Cortina, four kids in the back. I loved it, so when I was 18 I joined Eurocamp and worked a summer at Benodet. Roz M orrison, Torrance.

I bought my first caravan in 1979 and had some great holidays in Germany. Sadly my wife looked on them as a form of torture! Ronald James, Angus.

My Uncle Charlie’s caravan had a coal fire in it. My children loved it. M argaret Gibb, Fife.

We stayed in a wee caravan at Nairn. My mum was so excited as she won a stool at the fairground. It remained in their home for 50 years. Judi M artin, Aberdeenshire.

My brother got fish off the Whitby trawlermen. We would sell them to other caravanners for pocket money. Anne Fletcher, Darlington.