Class issues
What makes a seaside take one path or the other? While Bournemouth had embraced the tat: bungee jumping (not from the pier, unfortunately) and market stalls selling tacky bangles (yes, Danny added to his wrist bindings), Boscombe, not five miles away is Modernist and inching toward gentrification. It’s not, or shouldn’t be, a class thing but that does compound it. Boscombe had more people with small children called Dylan who were encouraged not to moan with an exhortation to come and chase a seagull rather than a clip round the ear.
We left them both and are now heading to the Isle of Wight, everything about the ferry crossing worries me.