I’ve been going to the same place on a family holiday for over 30 years – and for a long time, you knew exactly what to expect. Now it seems that every year something changes. Despite, or maybe because of this, I have fond memories from 20 years ago which have gone down in family mythology – but no similarly epic stories from the past few years. Do our memories get less vivid as we get older, or do we just do less interesting things? Having said that, I realised that I do have more recent holiday stories – but they largely revolve around emergency hospital visits. Memories – but maybe not ones I want to keep.

My memories are mostly of people, but there are some places that don’t change. Our ‘back beach’ and the great sunsets are among these – this picture captures the memory from this year, but it it timeless.