recall the very first holiday you went on, as a child?
Mine was at the age of 8, at a B and B in Blackpool, somewhere in the Tower region.
The landlady was a fearsome lady , very large in a cross-over apron and a hair-net.Every morning at 8 am the hatch between the dining room and the kitchen would be flung open and there she was.
She would then reel off the breakfast menu in a loud voice, and you made your choice. On the list every day were "Heggs" , boiled, fried or scrambled.
As child I had a job to stop laughing, as the guests replied with things like "I'll have a boiled "hegg", and so on.
Then one tea time , I got a caterpillar on my salad and my Dad took the plate back to the hatch , where May the landlady picked it off and threw it in the sink, without saying a word .I felt very sick and left the rest.
But the sea and the sands were brilliant!
From Wikipedia:
"In the UK it used to be possible to make calls free of charge from coin-box phones (payphones) by tapping the switch-hook. A person caught tapping could be charged with 'abstracting electricity' from the GPO (several cases of dishonestly using telephones without paying were prosecuted under this offense)"
Fine thanks, Steve. Chris's answer has just reminded me of another 'multi-view' postcard from way back when - Six Wonders of the Isle of Wight: Ryde where you walk, Needles you cannot thread, Freshwater you cannot drink - and I've forgotten the other three!
We were such a large family that we didn't go on holiday. We had day trips to Brighton on the paddle steamer and it was so exiting, we would all be bought presents (ie books) eat lunch in a seaside cafe and get the train home to Eastbourne in the dark. We loved it.