Spent many a happy caravan holiday at Cayton Bay, even remember when the caravans were upgraded to have electricity, running water and toilets (showers were still in the block) At the ripe old age of 13 I was now old enough to be farmed out to family to be the designated babysitter to assorted cousins from newborn up to age 12. I would spend most nights trying to stop my brothers from killing each other with threats of getting mam and dad out of the club