George Harrison came from his native Lancashire to teach in West Norfolk in the late 40s. Not satisfied with returning to his beloved Lake District for his own holidays he wanted to share his love of the area with his pupils. Soon he was running school trips to the Lakes for the children and there are many adults who have fond memories of their school trips some still travel with Harrison Holidays after all these years!
Impressed by his organisational skills, his colleagues asked him to organise a holiday for them. In 1953 he ran his first ever holiday for adults and Harrison Holidays was born. At this time he had no intention or wish to turn his hobby into a business but as his reputation grew so did demand and soon he had a range of holidays throughout Britain.
It’s too easy to
look back and see everything through a rosy glow of nostalgia. In
reality coach holidays were very different then and not in a good way!
What is now an easy days travel in comfort was a bone shaking,
exhausting journey in a cramped, noisy, sometimes smelly coach. Hotels
were little more than guest houses with shared bathrooms along the
corridor and definitely no frills! In spite of the fact that holidays
were very basic, prices were proportionally similar to today's maybe
more. Holidays are better value now.
I travelled on my first coach holiday as a babe in arms, on one of the school trips. By the time I was a toddler the adult holidays had begun and I would sit on a pouffe wedged next to the engine cover (Health and Safety would have a fit!). I had a plastic steering wheel with a sucker to stick on to the dashboard and I would copy every move our driver would make! Later, as my legs grew too long my pouffe was moved to the door step and eventually I was promoted to a seat of my own. You could say I learnt the business from a unique, if rather uncomfortable, perspective.
By
the late 50s it was time to go abroad. Our first foreign holiday was to
Austria and was such a success that soon we were travelling all over
Western Europe. These were fairly early days for international coach
travel and we were often the first British coach in what are now
popular resorts. We would cross the channel as foot passengers and use
a foreign coach once we were abroad. Even the Dartford Tunnel was not
built so we travelled through London or across the Tilbury Ferry. One
of our favourite stories was of a local lady who came to George after a
ferry crossing of the Thames and said “That was marvellous - they
didn’t even ask for our passports” – we had only crossed to Kent!
