24yrs ago (the weekend that Princess Diana died) my husband and I took our 2 sons to Butlins Minehead for a week.
We arrived, picked up our keys and went to find our accommodation. I was able to park the car about 25m away and we'd been given the ground floor chalet I'd requested due to my disability, so all was looking OK…. until we opened the door.
The bed linens hadn't been changed and I believe the previous occupants had engaged in lots of 'mummy and daddy' time (you could smell the stale ejaculate the second you opened the front door), there was dirty and broken crockery in the sink, baked beans mashed all over the settee and mud trampled into the bedroom carpets, well, we thought it was mud 🤮
The curtains in the lounge and both bedrooms were only hanging up by about 3 curtain hooks each.
I stomped off back to reception to complain and tried to demand alternative accommodation but they told me they were full to capacity and had nothing else available. We could cancel and go home or they could get us moved to an alternative site - Ayr - flipping Scotland - about as far away as it was possible for them to send us!
With my disability it was impossible for me to drive anywhere else that day (my husband couldn't drive), so we were stranded.
I demanded that a cleaner be sent, with clean bed linen, curtain hooks and sufficient cleaning products to blitz the chalet and said we would be leaving the following day and putting in a complaint to Head Office.
When I got back to the chalet my husband took me into the bathroom, someone had smeared sh*t all over the toilet seat and the underside of the lid and they'd peed in the bath and all up the wall.
Before the cleaner arrived, I went round the chalet taking photographs of all the filth, damage and sheer laziness (a cleaner had clearly not been into this chalet, or they had, had seen the state of it and walked away without touching it). Fortunately, we got a very thorough cleaner, so our stay which actually turned into 2 nights (I had a flare up of my disability symptoms which meant I couldn't drive home on the Sunday) was just about bearable.
We went home and I wrote to Butlins Head Office including the photographs of all the issues we'd discovered. They said that as we had been offered accommodation at an alternate site and that we'd actually stayed 2 nights, they weren't going to compensate us at all.
I fought with them for almost 9 months, at which point they agreed to give me a voucher for the full value of our ruined holiday. I didn't really want/ the voucher because I didn't fancy risking a similar situation again but then a friend went to the Ayr site and came back saying they'd had a wonderful time.
We booked a week, half-board for the end of June (1998). I believe that Head Office had been in touch with the staff in Ayr and told them what we'd been through the previous year because our accommodation was upgraded on arrival and we were given numerous vouchers for drinks on camp, there was a fruit basket and a bottle of champagne in our room and we were treated like royalty by the staff.
We've never been back to Butlins since because we don't want to have our hopes dashed by facing our 1997 experience again but we do remember our Scottish week with great fondness.