Now the long summer holidays are once again upon us, I thought your readers might like to hear about a day back in the early 1980s which I have very good cause to remember.
Mine was a working class family and we never had the money to go on foreign holidays, like many of my peers. In fact, I didn’t set foot on a plane until I was in my 20s. So our annual family summer treat was to go to a budget-friendly UK holiday camp. This particular year, it was in Norfolk – I was nine and my sister Pamela would be six.