
Before budget airlines whisked us off to Malaga, holidays had a certain homegrown magic. Which memory tugs hardest at your heartstrings?
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Butlin's Redcoats and knobbly knees
From glamorous granny contests to the dreaded wake-up call over the tannoy, Butlin's was a British institution. The Redcoats made sure nobody sat still for long.

Caravan holidays in the drizzle
A static caravan in Skegness or Prestatyn, windows steamed up while the rain hammered the roof. Somehow it was still brilliant.

The Great British bucket and spade
A day on Blackpool or Bournemouth beach with a windbreak wrestled into submission and sand in every sandwich. Pure childhood bliss.

Coach trips with Auntie Vera
Piling onto a Wallace Arnold coach with a flask of tea and a rendition of 'Ten Green Bottles' by mile ten. Torquay or bust.

Camping in a leaky frame tent
A canvas monstrosity from the 1970s, a Calor gas stove, and the smell of damp sleeping bags. Character-building, apparently.
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Was the 1834 Tolpuddle Martyrs' transportation the true birth of the British labour movement?
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