If your idea of a great seaside break with the kids is spending a week on a run down council estate with fat smokers with millions of sugar fuelled kids running riot, go to Pontins!
I have never been to a "holiday camp" before, let's just say it was far from a pleasant experience.
As we entered our holiday home, the smoke fumes of the previous occupant enveloped us. A cobweb above the shower was proudly decorated with pubic hair. This complemented the mildew around the drain.
The beds, oh my! The sleeping facilities (beds is too far fetched) consisted of two 2 foot wide single divans with 3 inch thick plastic covered springs. The double sofa bed was uncomfortable sofa to sit on. It had a downward slant to the seat which meant you had to brace your feet against the floor, or you fell off. The mattress was even worse. I slept on it one night only and was left with imprints of the springs on my body.
We were supposed to serve 4 days in this hellhole but managed to escape on Wednesday. I have never been so happy to leave a place before. That must be what it feels like to get out of jail.
As we waited at the gate for the Polish guard to open the barrier, I was scared we wouldn't be allowed to leave.