In the mId sixties I travelled with three mates down to Manston airport in Kent. We then flew across the channel and the package deal was a bus to Spain! Seems unbelievable now. I remember queuing to get over a small bridge at Ferrybridge. What fun going through all the towns on the A1, and of course helped along by the RAC route master, specially printed out for us. The food did not go down to well. and dreams of homemade steak and kidney pie followed by rice pudding made me homesick.