When I was talking to the happy foster couple the other day they told me how they take their children away. Apparently studies have shown that they don’t remember anything at such young ages but they feel they deserve the experience. Now before I gush on about how lovely this is and how lucky we all are that such people exist, I have to challenge the theory.
I was not brought up in a wealthy family but my mother was adamant that as babies we had holidays. We didn’t go abroad, we had out of season caravans at the coast. I don’t remember details but something must have snuck into my consciousness. I say this because I still get a shiver when I look at a pier. The paint may be peeling and the timbers splintered. But the sight of those seaweed draped legs, broken and seemingly random, still evokes warm memories.
I love the noise and smells of the enclosed areas. The brisk breeze and sense of freedom from standing at the end of the pier looking back at the coast. I have no idea what it is but we all have childhood conditioning, not direct memories as such but senses that reside deep within us. However it is that they are generated our seaside wouldn’t be the same without them. Without that inner sense would people still travel 70 miles to spend the weekend in a box, then travel 2 miles further to spend the day in a smaller box.