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resistance although she had resigned herself to her fate. 'It'll probably be
so crowded that we won't be able to get on anyway.'

'I doubt it. I'd lay a fiver that this lot's going into Barmouth today. The
Radio One Roadshow's there this morning and you know how half this population
of conditioned morons will virtually mob their favourite DJ. Me, I wouldn't
waste my time listening to their verbal garbage.'

'They're probably just glad to get away from the camp for the day,' her hand
seemed to find his of its own accord. 'The trouble is there's just too many
camps along this part of the Welsh coast. Butlin's, Pontin's, and now this new
one, the Blue Ocean Holiday Camp.'

'What made you go for Blue Ocean?'

'I suppose, I thought it might be something different.'

'Or cheaper.'

'Maybe,' she blushed faintly under her heat flush. 'Or rather, my husband
decided. He's paid the bill, you see. I didn't think it was worth arguing
about.

One camp's much the same as another when you're stuck there for a week with
the kids. All they think about are funfairs and amusements. I wouldn't've
thought a holiday camp was your style, Keith, More like the
Costa-something-or-other for you where you can take your pick of the
dark-skinned bathing beauties.'

'Not for me,' he let the clutch in again and the car rolled forward another
few yards. 'I thought maybe I could lose myself in a camp, better even than a
hotel or guest house, with every single thing laid on for you. And, anyway, I
was curious about this set-up after what I'd read about it. You got to hand it
to this guy, Miles Manning, having the nerve to set up a place tike this when
every other form of UK holiday entertainment is reporting bookings down each
year. I guess it was a kind of challenge, an opportunity for an eccentric
multi-millionaire to take on the might of the other two established camps. And
there's no getting away from it, the Blue Ocean is fully booked. Yesterday
afternoon they even had to close it to day-trippers.'

'And what do you think of the camp, Keith?'

'It's good, no two ways about that,' the car came to a halt again and he
pulled the handbrake on. They've got the edge on their competitors at the
moment because everything's new. The paint's all fresh and gaudy, it isn't the
same old amusement arcade which you got bored in last year. It's a novelty
which will reap its reward.'

The traffic began to move yet again, a jerky snaking line that disappeared
over the brow of the next hill and you wished you could see further. You