I read the obituary of Adrian Hayes (The Argus, August 4) with interest because it was with Panorama Holidays that I took my first holiday abroad in 1960, when I was 18.

It was the first one without my parents, just my kid sister and my boyfriend. (I wasn't allowed to go on my own with my boyfriend!)

We went to Lloret de Mar and the holiday cost £25 for two weeks' bed and breakfast in a hotel quite near the seafront.

Our three-course evening meal in the hotel cost the equivalent of £1 with a glass of wine.

It was 90F on the day of our flight to Perpignan from Gatwick and our flight was delayed for several hours because of haze.

We had been given vouchers for drinks and sandwiches at the airport by Panorama Holidays but because of the delay we were taken to the restaurant and given a meal - something I don't think you would get today.

Our flight finally took off at around 11.30pm and we arrived in Perpignan while it was still dark.

We walked a few yards to the border and boarded a coach which was to take us to Lloret de Mar.

By today's standards the hotel was basic and there was no en-suite but we had a balcony. The bathroom was next door but the water supply was rather erratic in those days and goodness knows what that fourth object was in there - was it for washing one's feet?

After 14 days of sea and sun we boarded the coach to take us back to Perpignan - this time it was during the day and I was I glad we had arrived in the dark because I was terrified by the deep gorges and the poor road through the Pyrenees.

We had arranged for my father to pick us up on arrival back at Gatwick but he walked straight past us. He did not recognise me because of the deep tan I had - the first and last deep tan of my life.

I have never forgotten that holiday and now I learn it was all down to Adrian Hayes and I currently live in Ferring myself - a small world.

-Jacqueline Collett, Ferring