We used to take groups of learning disabled kids from the special school I worked at. We'd take maybe a dozen or so to Butlins Ingoldmells for a week (Leicester's 'local' one), supervised by half a dozen staff and taking up four or five adjacent chalets.
Not something I'd choose for my family holiday, but the kids we took loved it. Many of them never got holidays otherwise and they just lapped it up - the shows. the funfair, the pool. It made it worthwhile when one very hyperactive twelve-year-old came and sat quietly beside me in the evenings for a bedtime story.
One year, one of the boys took ill in the middle of the night with what turned out to be appendicitis. The camp staff were brilliant. Security had the camp's medical team with us within minutes, then they called for an ambulance and alerted the gate staff to let it straight in and direct it to our chalets. They couldn't have been more attentive. We had another visit from a member of their staff the next day for a 'progress report' on the lad. Also, generally, the redcoats behaved very positively towards our, often very difficult, charges. So I can't fault them there at all.
One memory that stands out is one year, as we were settling in, my colleague came into our chalet and said that now she knew she was among people she understood (ie, Leicester folk). When I asked why, she said she'd just heard a woman yell along a balcony to a child (in a very 'Leicester' accent), "Darren, get yer effin a**e down 'ere!"