What was your greatest holiday?
Any with my family. We had a particularly memorable time in the Caribbean in 1974. My cousin was getting married in Trinidad and we had what seemed like an endless magical summer, spending time with all of my cousins, uncles and aunts and meeting my parents' friends. It was a time of great happiness for our family. My siblings and I had learned how to behave in public and our nearest and dearest were still with us.
And the worst?
Just after my father died in 1990, my mother took my siblings and me to Madeira. She had stopped there on the boat which brought her to London in the early 1950s and wanted to retrace the steps of her love affair with my father, and her life's journey.
The holiday was fraught with emotion as we struggled to re-establish our roles within our broken family. Madeira was very pretty but we were unlucky with the weather, so we didn't tour the island as much as we would have liked to.
