Okay so it's not an Ealing comedy, but for what it was, another in the series of formula 'camp' comedies by a well oiled machine that was the Carry On team, it is very good, one of the best. And I would hazard a guess and say it was most people's favourite. It certainly is my favourite, not least because nearly all the regulars are here: This must be the definitive Carry On cast. It's as though they've gathered together for one final fling as they sense the whole franchise may be on its last legs. And what better way to gather than to go on holiday, the British way, camping in the cold and wet. It's a very fair send up of British conservatism and unadventurousness, really, and actually ends up celebrating it, with the campers' successful expulsion of the more exotic young flower children gathered in the field for a rave. Has tremendous nostalgia value, this film, even if you were only a nipper when it came out, as I was. It sort of makes you pine for all that old stuff most people thought was naff even then. Oh, for a life of such simple pleasures, though. Yes, you can almost smell the Double Diamond waiting for you in the camp's own bar. A wonderful film to visit and revisit. This also has to be Terry Scott's finest hour.