Hello Dear Readers!
I have
had a holiday, and I'd like to take it up professionally.
Kylie
Minogue
A quote from the infinitely perfect Ms Minogue; not a bad
way to start a post, eh? Yes pictures might be better but as this is an
epistolic venture and I don’t want to get too distracted I think it will probably
suffice.
As the above quote hints at, the subject for this week’s
offering is holidays and in particular the trip to sunny Somerset recently
undertaken by the Seated Perspective clan.
Before I dive into those particular waters however, I would just like to update regular readers on the house situation. Unfortunately we have had to withdraw our offer on the property I mentioned in my last post (see The New Loo Blues - A Moving Story. ) due to the downstairs toilet issue being a non-starter. It’s a real shame but it has sharpened our resolve to find that perfect forever home and we have another viewing this very week.
Right, back to the subject at hand.
It was Monday when we set off for Brean, a small town near Weston-Super-Mare
on the south-west coast of the UK. Our party consisted of Tina, my wife; Gwen,
my mother-in-law; Bonnie, our dog; and lastly and possibly least, my good self.
It was warm and sunny as we set off and our spirits were understandably high, as
we looked forwards to our four relaxing days away. As the title of the post
probably reveals this mood wasn’t one that necessarily stuck.
The holiday had been booked about three weeks ago, after a
lot of time spent online attempting to find something suitable. We’d started by
trying to get a wheelchair friendly caravan similar to the one we’d stayed in a
couple of years back. Haven, the company we had used for that (rather lovely)
holiday had nothing to offer us though. It was the same story for about four or
five different companies we looked at, and a theme soon became prevalent too.
There were, you see, caravans that were suitable for a wheelchair user. Although
somewhat thin on the ground they do actually exist, and more importantly a couple were available.
There were also caravans where dogs were allowed and these were pretty plentiful too. What there was a seemingly
total absence of however, were caravans suitable for wheelchair users where dogs were
also permitted.
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Now one of the highlights of the aforementioned Haven
holiday were the long walks with Bonnie, our young Labrador/springer spaniel cross.
The time spent watching her run around like a rocket fuelled idiot on the
beach, curious about everything and anything she came across, and the way she
got Tina and I to be that touch more active too, despite my natural tendency towards
energy conservation, pretty much made the holiday. It was therefore with great
relief that we came across Pontins-Brean Sands. Yes, they said, they had a
bungalow available (for a premium naturally) which would be suitable for a
wheelchair user. Yes, we were told, dogs were more than welcome, just not in
the complex buildings. All in all it sounded pretty much tailor made.
Thus it was, that as we pulled into the resort, a four and a
half hour journey behind us, we were understandably perturbed to see a ‘no pets
allowed’ sign proudly displayed at the gate.
What followed was a rather intense yet polite conversation with
the lady staffing reception. We were told that Bonnie would be allowed stay
with us in the bungalow, could walk the few metres from there to the main gate
and… that was it. Not exactly the dog friendly resort we had been sold.
Still, with stereotypically British pluck we decided that,
as the holiday was paid for and it was a four and a half hour return trip (we
actually made it in nine and a half on the way back due to traffic), we would
keep calm, carry on and make the best of things. That being decided we
collected the bungalow key and made for our wheelchair friendly accommodation.
You’re probably way ahead of me by now aren’t you?
‘Wheelchair friendly’ in this instance meant a temporary,
fold up ramp that could be fitted to the front step. The doors were just about
wide enough, and to be fair there was plenty of room to navigate around the
place. That was just about the extent of it though. The bathroom had no grab
handles, no raised toilet seat, and one small bath fitted with a wonderfully
hampering glass shower screen. The shower itself was situated above the bath of
course and again did not come with any grab handles or seats; a real slip
hazard. This meant that a good wash was about all I managed for four days. I really
do pity the ladies on that return trip to Yorkshire
Bathroom aside the other important room for a wheelchair
user is the kitchen. This was the smallest room in the bungalow and, although I
could get in, getting out meant shifting into reverse. The oven was also
partially set behind the door making cooking a decided inconvenience and there
were no lowered work surfaces or sink. I am quite mobile for a wheelchair user,
my upper body strength is good and my reach pretty formidable. For those with
more severe disabilities though this holiday home would have been a real
challenge if not an impossibility and importantly, when the holiday was booked,
the severity of my condition was a subject that was never enquired after..
The above matters aside, the extremely average food, rather
tired facilities (renewed in 2011!) and the abomination that was self-served,
freeze dried coffee at the breakfast buffet (truly unforgiveable.) means that I
doubt we will be booking Pontins again.
I will however be making a rather interesting phone call tomorrow.
Until next time…
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