I used to love Hunstanton Cathy - especially visiting that joke shop there, but we called down that way last year, and it now reminds me of a mini Blackpool - you can smell the fish and chips from streets away.
First remembered holiday? St. Ives. I was about 3 or 4, and can remember seeing a guy running down the beach with a surfboard. I hadn't a clue what it was. I was so busy watching him, that I hadn't heard my mum and dad calling to me, and when I turned round, I coudn't see them. I went up to a woman and told her I was lost. She asked me what my mummy and daddy looked like, and I said my dad was bald....he wasn't!!!!!