In Skegness the North Sea in all its turgid brown glory, waves mockingly at the pasty-faced tourists who brave the water in a forlorn hope of some summer time frivolity.
Skegness: not easily described to those who've not experienced its wrist-slashing bleakness and sense of hopelessness.
Shame they drained the marshes, this turd of a town known as Boston would be under 6' of water by now otherwise (with a bit of luck anyway).
Bourne pubs are overrun by fat-headed macho men desperate to wrongly assert that your casual glance is actually an invitation to fight.
Unless you have lived in Grimsby for 5000 years, forget it. The locals are rude, cold, unfriendly, suspicious and absolute sh*ts.