Super seaside

READING Quentin Letts’s article about the upturn in British seaside holidays brought a tear to my eye. As a child in the Sixties, I recall travelling all day to reach resorts such as Tenby, Weymouth and Looe.

We stopped en route to brew a cup of tea on our ancient Primus stove, and were rewarded when we finally reached our holiday destination with the luxury of a fish and chip supper.

I spent my childhood holidays paddling in rock pools and having picnics on the beach, which really did put the sand in sandwiches!

When my children were young, I took them on holiday to the traditional British seaside resorts.

In Pembrokeshire, we stayed in a cliff-top bungalow that didn’t have electricity, so the real enjoyment was making our own entertainment.

Those seaside family holidays are still fondly remembered, even the many times when the four of us had to huddle under an umbrella on the beach.

CHRIS PATE, Worcester.

I HAVE so many lovely memories of my childhood holidays — not at the seaside, but at my aunt’s house in Rickmansworth, Hertfordshire.

In the park, there was a slide, trees to climb and ropes to swing on. One highlight was going to Woolworths and buying a beautiful necklace, which my mother told me was a lavatory chain!

SHIRLEY HAGGER, Canterbury, Kent.