Readers’ holiday photos from the past – your memories, in pictures

Holidaying at the Beach Hut, 1984: ‘Grandma, my two sisters and me on our annual holiday to our beach hut. Still going strong 30 years on. Roll on Saturday!’ Photograph: becksoldbean/GuardianWitness

On my way to Cuba: ‘Key West, Florida - 1979. My future husband and I traveled up and down the east coast of America in my brand new Volkswagen.’ Photograph: francesca719/GuardianWitness

Lake of Menteith, Spring 1978: ‘Crossing the Lake of Menteith to the island of Inchmahome with my elder brothers during a trip with my parents and grandparents’ Photograph: ID4010699/GuardianWitness

Crossing the Sahara Desert in 1971 by Land Rover: ‘In 1971, a group of us travelled from Liverpool to Agadez in Niger, via France, Spain, Morocco and Algeria. The photograph was taken at the end of the piste/track called the Tademait.’ Photograph: ID3841950/GuardianWitness

Heaven Is a Field in Sussex, July 1960: ‘Dad’s holiday from Leyland Motors was the last two weeks in July and we stayed in a caravan in the woods near Pett village, five miles from Hastings. Mum made us new clothes to take away -here I am sporting a slouch jacket and fashionable “pedal pushers”.’ Photograph: Larosecarmine/GuardianWitness

Me and My Dad in North Wales: ‘When I was young we could never afford to go on a proper holiday for a week. We would have ‘days out’. Me and my brother would be bundled into the back of my dad’s Austin Cambridge. Dad would drive us to North Wales for a day by the seaside. [Read full story here.] Oh happy days!’ Photograph: leparadis/GuardianWitness

On the way to catch minnows - my Granny stopped to buy a pint of milk!: ‘Jam jar firmly attached to a loop of string and slung from my wrist, fishing net clasped in sticky fingers, small brother safely strapped into his pushchair – so the three of us set off one summer’s day to catch minnows.’ [Full story]. Photograph: Jenny Downing/GuardianWitness

Summer 1964: ‘A shot taken by my Dad of his friends, enjoying taking a break from their university studies in the summer. He was very proud of this shot, calling it ‘Halcyon Days’, as it was a very happy period of his life before the seriousness of getting a job etc(!).’ Photograph: Fi_Bee/GuardianWitness

Lake District holidays: ‘Nana had a house in Borrowdale so that is where we went.’ Photograph: unbloodylikely/GuardianWitness

Family Vacation: ‘This was the first vacation we took as a family! My parents took my sister and I to Hong Kong to meet my mum’s side of the family. This pic is taken on our day trip to Macau. This trip would also be the first and last time I would see my grandparents.’ [Full story here] Photograph: CMWong/GuardianWitness

Catching my first wave: ‘I never did learn to surf on an actual surf board but this photo captures the first time I caught a wave on a blow up mattress. It was awesome.’ Photograph: Katewashere/GuardianWitness

North Devon, 1961: “A trek from the North-West in Dad’s Thames 5cwt van took us to a caravan site near Morthoe. Mum had made my bikini earlier in the year- she sewed all our holiday clothes and she kindly lined the top with foam to give me a bit more bosom.” Photograph: Larosecarmine/GuardianWitness

At my aunt’s house, 1947: ‘We lived well inland. A visit to my aunt was the highlight of the year, as it meant a short bus ride to the beach.’ Photograph: barfiller2/GuardianWitness

Day trip to the seaside. Scarborough, summer 1964: ‘We drove in my mum’s Morris Minor from north Derbyshire to Scarborough. My first sight of the sea. Mum bought me a large yellow hat, I rode on a donkey on the beach and ate too much candy floss. Dinah Parums, age 6.’ Photograph: DinahParums/GuardianWitness

Beach: ‘This is the early 50s and it was taken on a day trip to Whitley Bay. I’m wearing one of those cossies (red and white) which had elasticated squares so, when it came off, your body was covered in the same pattern! It was always windy (if not foggy) and your egg and tomato sandwiches ended up full of sand.’ Photograph: tynegal/GuardianWitness

Annual birthday splash: ‘ I was born in August and despite the vast array of summer-themed birthday outings my younger self could have demanded, it was always the same thing; a trip to Murlough Bay, a quiet seaside spot, located a humble one-hour down the motorway from Belfast.’ [Full story here] Photograph: Latifa Akay/GuardianWitness