My earliest holiday was when we went to stay with my mother's family when I was little. I must have been about 6 because I am pretty sure my sister was there, to show off to the family. We spent the whole summer there, they had a farm, and two dogs who I pretty much followed around, and at the end of the lane was a small beach. It did not rain. Running around fields to neighboring cottages with a local kid about the same age who I would play with on the beach (and the dogs of course)
The car came with us of course, we had traveled up on the overnight ferry to Portsmouth and had to race to catch the 'Monster Boat'.
So where did we go, with all the glorious sunshine and expanses of green fields, sandy beaches and friendly locals?
Ireland
West Cork to be precise. Went back there a couple of years ago, and it was still the same. Well except the weather