It happens every time. You start to plan a break, and the excitement bubbles — until the dog enters the room. Not literally, perhaps. But in your mind, there they are: tail wagging, clueless, trusting. And then the guilt creeps in. The kennels? Again? Cold floors, unfamiliar smells, a look of betrayal through wire mesh. It’s not the holiday they deserve — and truthfully, not the one you want either.
So don’t. Don’t leave them behind. Bring them with you to Braddicks Holidays, where dog friendly caravan holidays aren’t begrudgingly allowed — they’re properly designed, properly welcoming, and located somewhere worth sharing with your best friend.
The Sea Isn’t a Backdrop. It’s a Neighbour.
In North Devon, beside the wide curve of Westward Ho! beach, Braddicks sits close enough to the shore that you can hear the tide breathing in its sleep. It’s not poetic licence — it’s geography. You step outside, and the sand greets you before the wind even has a chance. It’s the sort of place where dogs forget themselves and bolt, ears pinned, paws flying, the sea ahead like a calling.
And you — you’re not trailing behind with a bag of treats and regrets. You’re there too, coat zipped up, cheeks flushed, smiling in that way you only do when you remember that holidays were meant to feel like this.
This Isn’t a Kennel Avoidance Scheme. It’s a Proper Break.
Your accommodation? Warm, clean, thoughtfully laid out. Space for muddy boots and sandy paws. Space to sit and eat and breathe and be. Cafés nearby. Places to grab dinner. All the logistics ironed out so you can get on with the important stuff — like not thinking about logistics.
And then there’s the Tarka Trail. Kilometres of uninterrupted walking that hugs the coastline, ducks into wooded glades, and opens out onto estuary views that force you to stop and take them in. It’s not a trail, it’s a love letter to anyone who’s ever owned a dog and had the good sense to follow where it leads.
February is the Secret Season
No crowds. No queues. Just wind-whipped beaches and space — glorious, silent space — to let the dog run and your mind unwind. And because it’s February, the prices are kinder too. This is off-peak done properly.
There are still breaks left for February half term. But not many. The good ones — the ones with sea views and room to breathe — don’t hang around. Much like your dog when the lead comes out.
Book now. Bring the dog. Bring yourself. And leave the guilt behind.
