Going away at Easter can be something of a gamble, and whilst it has panned out in years gone by it really didn’t do so well this year.
I had been thinking about going back to this part of the country since Tom had been a babe in arms, we had taken a week in the area when he was tiny and wanted to re-vist.
I chose a Hoseasons park close to Sherwood Forest that had timber lodges, a feature at the time which marked out this particular park as more up market in terms of accommodation than the run of the mill chalet or caravan parks Hoseasons also use.
Although the lodges themselves were, at the time, quite well furnished and equipped our holiday fortnight coincided with a cold spell with snow. The lodge was heated by a fireplace and wood for the fire was a chargeable extra. A fresh basket of logs was being consumed every couple of days trying to stay warm, and I swear that it was warmer outside the lodge than inside.
The park itself was reasonably well equipped but the experience spoilt what might otherwise have been a nice park and accommodation.