1. Holidays mean camping and the smell of sheep.
When I think of my childhood in South Yorkshire, and holidays spent away, I think of being cold and wet in a tent or leaky holiday cottage. Sometimes the cows and sheep of Scotland or Wales, whichever field we were in, would try to eat our tent in the night. Now that I live in Asia and have easy access to tropical beaches, there’s something that doesn’t do it for me. I blame my parents. Without the chance of getting rained out of a picnic, washed off a campsite, or blown off a cold, bleak beach, it’s just not a holiday.