We once had a week on the Isle of Man, when we stayed in a B&B in a Chippy run by "Aunty" Olga. Mostly, the menfolk sailed Grandad's homebuild cabin cruiser "Dandylion" to Whitby and Scarborough and each family had a week aboard in turn.
At the end of my RAF Apprenticeship in 1966, four of us newly graduated Junior Technicians went to Butlins, Filey for a week. It was rumoured that if you couldn't get your end away at Butlins, you'd be doomed to a life of celibacy. The rumours turned out to be correct and none of us ended up taking the cloth.