Which vintage British holiday memory do you rank as the most gloriously nostalgic?

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.

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

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

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

A canvas monstrosity from the 1970s, a Calor gas stove, and the smell of damp sleeping bags. Character-building, apparently.