Same with me more or less, but at Blackpool.
Steam train from Trinity Street, meeting up at the station with my uncle and his family, then what seemed like an eternity at the bed, breakfast and evening meal.
Always during Bolton's Wakes weeks, and always for the first week only.
I hated it.
My brother who is a few years older than me, ducked out of it as soon as he could, so I was stuck with my cousin, who even then I could tell he had mental health issues, and struggled later with it later on in his life.
I think it put me off holidays for years after that, even now I much prefer to stay at home if given a choice.
I have enjoyed my holidays away though, I've been long haul to places like the USA, Canada and Mexico for instance as well as travelled throughout Europe but I still don't understand those people who work all the year to blow it all on holidays - are they unhappy at home perhaps, to have the need to seek something new for a few weeks before returning to their 'prison'?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just easily contented.
I've nothing against Blackpool, even spent a week there with my daughter when she was little and took my mam along as well, it brought back happy memories for her. We had a great time, but my mam's since passed away and my daughter's a child of London Town these days.
Time and tide wait for no man they say.
I wonder if I will ever see Blackpool again?
I think I would like to go there again, at least one more time - who knows.