The first holiday I remember with my parents was six or seven weeks long.
We started off at the top of Scotland, travelled to Ach Melvich, Poolewe, Gairloch, etc. Stayed in a tent in Ach Melvich - just a stone's throw from the beach. Beautiful clear water and white sand. I remember my father was given a small boat from relatives and we took it out across the water - think we got a mile off shore and my mum dived in and swam back.
We then went to Aviemore, to my father's cousin's holiday cottage. It was a very old house but lovely - we had a proper coal shed, a huge garden etc. We would spend all day in the garden using the boat as a paddling pool. At night my mum and her friend swam in the nearby river. We went to Santa-land (long since gone!!) - a bizarre little theme park, was so warm that I burnt my legs on the slide. I still associate hot metal, sticky face paint and mini milk lollies with Aviemore.
We visited a farm up there too - my sister was bitten by a goat.
From there we travelled to the far south. We went to Plymouth, and had ice cream from a street seller. We went somewhere on the south coast that offered short ferry rides, and threw sweets into the sea. Plymouth will always be associated with cherry juice and raspberry ripple ice cream!
I think we went to Devon, and Trecco Mills (sp?) next. We stayed in a touring caravan, next to a place with a theme park and a huge shop (somewhat like Lidyls or something). The theme park had a train, I remember that much, and the shop sold lots of Barbie dolls. Visited other parts of Cornwall including Truro, Hayle and Helston etc.
From there we went to Cambridge, and stayed at friends. We went to Legoland with them. It was a very, very hot day and I can remember my sister wearing shorts and cap only (she was 2) whilst in the park. Had a medal from Legoland for years.
Other holidays were never quite as long - we stayed a lot in Nairn/Lossie where family lived (Lossie was especially wonderful) and went north to Strathpeffer once.
We did go to the highlands for a week when I was about 7, stayed in Cannich village and visited family. Only things I really remember of that holiday is going to my gt-gt aunt's and seeing deer heads mounted everywhere (stalkers/gamekeepers), and going to family churchyard (where my gt gt gt gt grandparents are buried) to put flowers down. We did go to my cousins who lived up a mountain, can remember feeding their sheep and seeing puppies. They had I think 6 working collies and 2 that were kept as pets.
Souvenir wise, I'm trying to think.. a lovely school friend came back with an Italian pashmina once, and another time gave me a mug/necklace from Dominican Republic. I used to get dozens of t shirts as a child from South America - my neighbor regularly worked in St Lucia etc, and always sent over t shirts. I also got an expanding top from my gran once - it shrank down to a tiny size, but expanded when you put it on due to the fabric. Very strange - but worryingly, I actually wore the bloody thing for a while!