Cleethorpes on the Pier in 1968. Wonderful. All you had to do was get on the Pier and everything was there. Concert or Ceilidh in the big hall, singaround in the bar, food in the cafe. Other shows too in the hall. I well remember Magic Lantern. When the dancing was happening the whole pier swayed on its legs.
Alas no real ale, it hadn't been re-invented and if you fancied singing a song yourself in the bar, probably standing, you'd have to have your first line and key ready to dive straight in the second the previous song finished. Maybe not very inclusive but good training.
An awful long walk back to the campsite way past the latter Winter Gardens and we thought we were done for when a load of Hell's Angels pulled up around our pitches. But no, they listened to lots of songs and left.