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by grues-dinner
655 days ago
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I remember going to Center Parks maybe 25-30 years ago with my parents and another family (all in one lodge). I also remember humping in bags and bags of food and drink and getting the bikes off the car roofs. Perhaps it's just a return to the ancient British Dad tradition of not paying for the optional extras after briefly convincing we millennials that every worthwhile experience has an uplift fee. Even, perhaps especially, if it means organising the stocking of the cars like Captain Scott preparing for a zombie apocalypse. See also NT picnicing: https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/ng-interactive/2023... Of course, the best bit of the holiday was never going to be a manky old restaurant, you can have those anywhere. It was the forest, the cycling without threat of being turned into chunky salsa on an A-road, the unusual accomodation, the pool, the lodge bubble baths and most of all the fact that blocky-cushioned sofas disassembled into amazing fortress construction materials. |
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