From the age of about 7, we had holidays in Ryde, Isle of Wight. Stayed in a B&B run by Mrs Latham, who had two Pekinese dogs called Shushu and Misha.
One of the dogs nipped my nose once (I expect I was being a bit overbearing and in-your-face to her, as kids can be) and I remember a fuss out of all proportion to the nip as I saw it.
Mrs Latham had a stuffed armadillo on a table on one landing.
We would get to the beach after breakfast, eat doughnuts and/or crab sandwiches, swim in the sea, and I'd play on the trampolines in the nearby park. Proper trampolines, mind you, with huge exposed springs at the edges, and no net surrounds - if you fell off or got caught in the springs, more fool you!
One evening meal at the guest house (I think usually we went bed, breakfast & evening meal), Mrs Latham waxed lyrical about this 'mystery dessert' she served to us, urging, even challenging us to guess what we were eating. When we all eventually admitted defeat Mrs Latham triumphantly declared that it was 'Birds Instant Whip!'. I don't know what she'd done to it to make it 'her own', as she saw it, and remember Dad being distinctly underwhelmed, given all the build-up we'd listened to.