NGLAND was once in love with the seaside. From Blackpool to Brighton and Skegness to Rhyl, we took our windswept vacations. Wakes weeks and coach trips; candy floss and ice cream—ours were family holidays where all determined to enjoy themselves, despite the rain and the sand in the sandwiches. There was always the funfair and the end-of-the-pier show; Punch and Judy and
