One reason to travel is to have your assumptions and prejudices challenged. Travel really can live up to its clichéd reputation and broaden the mind. One of my particular prejudices is that Britain possesses the most god forsaken coastal towns in Western Europe. It is no accident that the Office of National Statistics Index of Multiple Deprivation pin-points the most blighted ward in the country as just to the south of Clacton-on-Sea. However, this is only the case because the index is limited to English wards. Were the statistics UK-wide then surely Rhyl would top the charts as by far the most dreadful seaside town.
Why you might want to linger here is baffling, yet there were a handful of German and Scandinavian vans on site seemingly set-up for a long stay. The residents seemed none too affable, and many of the menfolk sported beards which were decidedly gnome-like. Other highly disturbing aspects of their demeanour included a propensity to smoke Bavarian-style carved pipes.