Growing up in the north of Scotland my eariest theme park experiences came from family caravan trips down to Yorkshire, with lightwater valley one year, and Flamingo land the next. My main memory from lightwater is of the toy radio controled boats and the wonky bikes that had an offset wheel. Flamingo Land is a stronger memory though, and Judging from the shell suit I'm wearing in these photos, and the fact that riding Thunder Mountain with my sister was one of the more vivid memories I have, I have to place this in the very early 90s,
The sunglasses may look cool, but for the extra cool factor, I actually think they were clip-ons for my regular glasses that you could flip up when it wasn't sunny or you were indoors (I wear contat lenses now).
Some 20+ years or so later I'd return to flamingo land with my sister and she'd scream her head off on Velocity, turns out loving roller coasters isn't a genetic thing. (She later told me that back in the day, she only rode Thunder Mountain because I did! and didn't want to be chicken!)
Some 25 or so years later I'd also travel to mexico and finally ride the bullet, which I was either too small or too scared to ride as a kid all those years ago.
I still have a soft spot for Flamingo Land.