When I was young - around eight or nine, I'd say - we'd look forward to the summer holidays like nothing else on Earth. We'd wait anxiously for the end of the school year and then we knew it wouldn't be long before we were on the road to Dorset. Caravanning, simple as it was, was made so exciting by my mum whizzing about before we left, packing towels and buckets and spades and all the other necessities we'd need.
Heading back to Durdle Door this week was a complete and utter nostalgia trip for me.
