‘We were woken up by laughing cows’: Guardian readers share stories about the holidays | Coronavirus
After a sweltering holiday weekend, readers of The Guardian describe how they spent the first holiday since Covid’s restrictions on domestic hospitality and sightseeing were eased.
Becky, 49, a nurse from Sheffield, had originally planned to attend a music festival but had to make other arrangements when it was canceled.
“We all love camping, but it’s impossible to find a campsite that suits us all during the bank holiday weekend. We didn’t want to disturb the other campers either, so this year we went semi-wild camping at Bradwell in the Peak District with 13 adults and four children.
“We’ve never done this before, but we got permission from a farmer to use their field, and the farm workers gave us a portable toilet for essential items. We took our own cool drinking water with us and had some music, and we were woken up by cows laughing and chickens strolling around us.
“Saturday night was about the theme of fancy dress – something starting with L, U or V. We had wonderful weather and had an absolutely wonderful time eating, drinking, dancing and laughing to the sound of the disco lights as we went. had brought. We were very lucky.
Ben, 29, a digital service provider for a renewable energy company, embarked on a four-day solo hike along the southwest coast over the statutory weekend.
“I was walking along the southwest coast path from Exmouth to Abbotsbury, looking for an escape from the town. It was great to be outside again, but the coastal towns and beaches along the way have been very busy and I have mixed feelings about that.
“I camped along my route, all alone in a small tent away from everyone. Campsites had good Covid measures in place but were still quite busy with people – maybe I’m part of the problem! “
David Cross, 59, from Chesham, decided to celebrate the start of his early retirement by heading to Boscombe beach on Sunday.
“The past year has accelerated my decision to retire: my father’s death and locked-out isolation reminded me of my own mortality, and Friday was my last day. My wife, Lynne, and I got up early and arrived in Boscombe around eight in the morning on Sunday. We have learned to avoid traveling on Saturdays or Mondays on statutory weekends, and that does pay off.
“My wife is in charge of NHS services and needs a break from time to time. It turned out to be charming. We walked to Bournemouth and back, watching all the other walkers, cyclists, skaters, boarders and so on. Then sleepy on the beach in the hot sun and the cool breeze.
“We were able to do a quick, hard-to-observe crossword in a reasonable amount of time, and on paper for a change, which was good. The lines for ice cream were too long but we had our own picnic and bottles to enjoy. The people on the beach were well spaced so we didn’t feel unsafe and look forward to the next trip.