For about 7 years in a row, my parents rented a bungalow perched on top of the cliffs in Scratby on the East Norfolk coast. Not sure of the dates - this would have been between 1955 and 1965 some time.
I remember the bungalow being cold, dark and damp, although I am sure we enjoyed lots of sunny days and played in the sea.
I used to get up early sometimes and scramble down the cliff and walk about on the beach on my own, until my cousin was sent down to look for me - they had been very worried about little me down there on the beach. We always went into Yarmouth on one day if it rained.There was the penny arcade, we would eat fish and chips and I also remember a roller coaster, which may or may not have been there.
My dad was a keen sailor though, and once we were older we spent many holidays on hired yachts, then our own, sailing to Holland and Belgium, or pottering around the Cornish and Devon coasts.
Having spent most of our earlier married years camping, I feel sorry for my mother, who on those boating holidays not only had to contend with feeding and clothing the whole family without mod cons, but also in the very cramped galley conditions. At least when you're camping you can send the children off to play.