I am not in the least snooty, Riverwalk - I just hate noisy, crowded places. I make exceptions for some outstandingly lovely cities, like Paris or Barcelona.
We didn't have any holidays when I was a child. I first saw the sea at Blackpool when I was about 7, on a Labour Party coach trip. I could hardly believe it. I got lost on the crowded beach when I went to get ice-creams (my mother was a bit laid back about child safety). I was taken to the police station, wrapped in a blanket and given hot cocoa and a biscuit. I thought it was great.
My only other trip was with the school to Southport - well, Freshfields where there is a red squirrel sanctuary.
I did spend five days in London on a school history trip when I was 13 and they took us to Whipsnade and Oxford - but not to St. Pauls or Westminster Abbey because they were not Catholic!
Finally, when I was 17 I saved up for a week at Butlins, Pwhelli, with my fiancé and his sister and her boyfriend. Of course, the girls shared one chalet and the boys another. It was Wakes Week so there were lots of young people from the Nevada skating rink and we were able to show off by doing all the dances.
My ex-husband wouldn't go abroad (boring fart as he was) so I was almost 40 when I stepped out of a plane in Nice to join my new employer. The heat hit me like a warm blanket and my first sight of the Mediterranean, sparkling in the sun, and the white houses with their terracotta roofs are forever imprinted on my mind.
Now, I spend about three months a year travelling, as well as making little forays into Switzerland and Italy from my home in the Alps.
By the end of this year, I will have been in England, Scotland, France, Switzerland, Italy, Germany, Spain, Singapore, Phuket , Kuala Lumpur, Egypt and New Zealand. I am making up for those 40 years.