When I was a kid, my Dad would sometimes cheerfully ask on a Saturday morning : "Who wants to go to the seaside today?!" and my mother would look horrified and silently mouthe "say no, for god's sake say no!" to my brother and I because going to the seaside = a day at Weston-super-Mare.
It's a bleak place, really. I remember it being very sand-in-the-picnic-lunch windy all the time. And there were donkeys.
― C J (C J), Thursday, 24 July 2003 05:00 (twenty years ago) link