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For our one holiday a year we went to South Shields. There were shuggy boats and marquees, you could get a meal for sixpence and the village brass band would sit in a ring, and it was tuppence to have a dance to the band. It was with Sunday school, you got a bag of mixed buns, and mother would send teacakes and home-made pies.