Cultureshock

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Holidays in devon, as children my sister and i enjoyed many summer holidays in north devon visiting our wonderfully cuddly paternal grandmother. After a long car journey from shropshire usually spent amusing myself as my sister would always fall asleep. We could not wait to clamber up the huge stone ridge at northern burrows avoiding the big lumps of tar and down in to the sea. As an adult, i now take my two young daughters to enjoy the same pleasures of the near empty golden beach of west-ford hove, the fabulously fresh fish and chips in appledor and the gorgeous local hocking's ice cream, which if we were lucky would have a chocolate flake in it. The stone ridge does not seem so big to me now but the sea feels so much colder. One of my fondest memories of my holidays  were 22 years ago when my parent took us and my grandmother to a gnome reserve, i had seen nothing like it, a collection of gnomes in various settings and as a sulky teenager was only slightly amused when we were told we had to wear gnome hats as to not to upset the residents. On a rainy summer day last year i took my daughters who loved every minute, waiting with the gnomes at their bus stop, wishing for the lottery numbers in the well and especially seeing daddy and their grandparents in their gnome hats, but i think i enjoyed it the most as i able to relive my child hood to.