Year of recession - 1986: Children of the ’80s set sail for uncharted waters

THE boot of our 1984 Ford Fiesta was packed with corned beef sandwiches, Club Milks and TK lemonade when we set off on our first foreign holiday almost 20 years ago.

My brother, sister, mum, dad, grandmother and myself squashed into the three-door car and we set off for Rosslare to catch the ferry to Wales.

My friends at school were very jealous — some of them had to make do with a long weekend in Youghal for the summer — like I had for the previous few years.