This Sunseeker swimsuit belonged to Doreen Caulton. "We could sleep four comfortably in the caravan, and with stretchers and bunks in the awning the numbers always swelled. One New Year’s after returning from a party we couldn’t even get into the caravan with people sleeping everywhere. Our caravan was a short distance from the ablution block, so my husband brought back a small folding bike from LA, quite a novelty at the time. Sometimes other people would ask if they could borrow the bike. They used all sorts of excuses to ride it, often it ended up with several people wobbling along the very rough track to the loos, or the shop. Over the years we got water pistols and then hoses and buckets, and there were a lot of water fights. Sometimes we would be attacked in the caravan and would retaliate with pots of water; hoses were sometimes put through the skylight in the van which ended up in all out warfare. Adult caravaners around us could often see the signs of trouble and locked themselves in their caravans, but the young ones joined in. One father forbade his daughter to go outside, but after about three years she rebelled and joined the melee."