The Magazine is compiling a people's history of modern Britain - featuring your written memories and photos. We continue with the 1960s.
The traditional seaside holiday was under threat
Holidays in the UK were still popular, although there was fresh competition in the shape of package holidays abroad.
Here is a selection of your memories about the seaside.
Holidays were spent under canvas with picnics on the beach, we eventually progressed to rented caravans. Our picnic would consist of pork pie, Smiths crisps with the blue bag of salt and tomatoes, by the end of the holiday my brother announced he didn't want to see another pork pie ever! Our poshest holiday was at Butlins in Pwyllelli in north Wales being serenaded each night to the tune of "We all live in a yellow submarine"
Lynne Newbert, Farnborough Hampshire
I remember at primary school in 1966 I was eight and we went a coach trip to Hastings for the 1,000-year celebration of the Battle of Hastings. We went to the castle and caves and saw a recreation of the Bayeux Tapestry worked by local women. Of course one of the boys fell in the sea as boys were expected to then but all us girls behaved as we should. I also remember my first crush on a pop group when The Monkees were in the charts.
Martine Morton, Loughborough, UK
Sunday school outings to the seaside - we used to go to Margate in the third class carriage. My mum never used sun cream and I used to end up bright red and covered in calomine lotion. We went to Butlins for a holiday. I remember the plastic parrots above the swimming pool and the polynesian bar.
Elaine Holliday, Sittingbourne, Kent
Early 60s visits to grandparents (about 30 miles away)and taking all day to get there - walking to Horley station with my mother and brother in pushchair, then two different trains, the second one was sometimes a cattle train with livestock presumably going to or from market. Then a bus journey and finally a long walk at the other end. Same journey now is about 40 minutes by car. Holidays progressed to a week at Butlins, Bognor Regis and then Somerset when we acquired a car. I recall vividly the chalets and the early morning wake up music (Zip-a-dee-do-dah-Mr Blackbird on my shoulder?) piped into the chalets. Also remember the bedlam of the huge dining halls, and the incredible noise that hundreds of people eating and clattering crockery make. I can't imagine how parents coped, they must have needed a holiday to get over it! We kids loved it though. Total freedom to go anywhere in the holiday camp, no worries about safety or security, I'm sure the facilities were a bit basic but all I remember is the magic of all that entertainment especially for us kids.
Sue Bird, Horley, Surrey
I was born in 1963 and I remember when I went on a family holiday to Paignton in Devon when I was approximately five years old. I have a vivid memory of watching a group of Hare Krishna followers dressed in orange, riding on the back of a truck, chanting, singing and generally being very 'sunny'. I wanted so much to leave my mother's restraining grip and join in the fun. They were shaking tambourines, smiling and I have to admit years later thinking back on the experience- ' religion never looked so good!'
Sue Richardson, Leamington Spa UK
Being on a school cruise aboard the SS Uganda in July 1969 when we heard the announcement over the ships tannoy that man had landed on the moon "one small step for man a giant leap for mankind"
Karen Shrosbery, Woking Surrey
In 1961 we had a caravan holiday in Westward Ho! Compared to modern 'holiday homes' the caravan was tiny, just a kitchen and bedsitting room. The toilets were in a nearby building. There was no electricity. Everything ran on bottled gas, even the lights. My two brothers and I slept on banquettes (padded benches) in the bedsitting area and my parents had a fold-down bed. There was a canopy on the side of the caravan and some fold-up furniture so we had an extra room when the weather was good. As a five year old I thought it was all great fun but my parents must have found it too cramped as the following year we went back to Westward Ho! and stayed in a flat, which I have no memory of at all.
Anne Murray, Chester, UK