Well, went to Weston-super-Mare today and arrived about 10 am - fairly quiet and easy to park for free and then we (Mrs. Gold and I) had a paddle in the muddy sand at the water's edge.
Then one repaired to the pier where some poor workers were pressure washing the sides from a cherry picker - they were wearing the pier uniform which was black. Hot, hot, hot! (And not in an attractive way either.)
After a pleasant cream tea in the air-conditioned Edwardian style restaurant at the end of the pier where we were served not by an Eastern European but a young German student from Cologne called Felix (One resisted the temptation to tell him one's pater was in Cologne in 1945) one braved the 30 degree heat and promenaded along the sea front and took in the view of Steep Holm and Flat Holm islands against the South Wales coastline.
All and sundry were out and about - England at it's best - school parties, grannies in wheelchairs, tattooed and bearded young men to brummie muslims - the wife/mother did look a bit out of place dressed in a hijab and abaya picking her way through the muddy sand at low tide. But the fat white Englishmen who looked like they had medicine balls under their T-shirts were particularly eye-catching as were the thigh-rubbing waddling women in flip-flops. Even the donkeys had straw hats on.
By 2pm the place was heaving - two land trains were carrying the great unwashed and avoiding cyclists, skateboarders and nut-truck (mobility scooters) riders - and the temperature peaked at 32 degrees (although the car gauge showed 37) and we had a look around the sand sculpture exhibition which "were right good" and headed home to sit in front of the air conditioner.
Luvly!