In June 1971 I went on holiday with my sister, her husband and their 2 children. We travelled from Manchester to Torquay - quite a long journey at the time.
I was nearly 13, my sister, a lot older, was 30. Her young son, then one year old was a baby who cried a lot. He was getting better but she kept him in a good routine and so every day left the beach just after lunch and returned to the guest house.