I love that place. My Nana used to take me almost every day of the school holidays as a child. We went come rain or shine. Many a day we sat in a tent building sandcastles, the only people on the beach, the hire man pacing about wishing we would pack up so he could go too. She would tell me about how the beaches were closed during the war and when they reopened everyone flocked to them. I have lots of wonderful memories of my Nana but our beach days are certainly some of my happiest.
The beach has a full tidal range so it's always quite clean. There are toilets near by and a great little cafe hut serving the customary chips plus tea and coffee in real mugs which you are trusted to return. There is also an old guy there who has baked himself on that prom for well over thirty years that I know of. He is old, wrinkled and a sort of tarnished mahogany colour. If someone had told me as a child that he would still be there when I took my children over thirty years on I would not have believed them. But he's still there. Some things never seem to change.