As a nation, we share a memory The flashing lights of a penny arcade; the scraping of a plastic spade on coarse sand; the squawk of gulls overhead; the shock of cold sea on warm toes; the aroma of fried dough on the wind; half collapsed sandcastles; the warm feeling of endless holiday. Endless childhood. As we get older, our tastes change. Donkey rides no longer give us a rush, and candy floss is...