I have never seen our beaches so clean or sandier.
I can remember when I was a child, a waste pipe came out at the end of Broadway, but hundreds of visitors came each year, sat on the beaches, paddled in the sea, never complained or even fell ill.
Opposite our chemist shop, on the corner of Park Street, the beach was quite awful with dried seaweed left on the tide line, beneath which horrid little sandhoppers took refuge, giving you a nasty bite if disturbed.
There were loads of sand dumped by the Clock Tower where most of the families congregated, near to the toilets (good, clean ones with an attendant), and handy for the fish and chip shops at the top of Queen Street.
There were ice-cream sellers there too, a most popular area of the town.
There was also some sand at Bare paddling pool which was used by the children and anyone with a model boat. Later it became clogged with green seaweed and not used anymore.
Often children got cut on stones or broken glass on the beach opposite the shop and were treated by my father, who was in the St John Ambulance Brigade (and given a sweet I’m sure).
We often dared each other to walk along the breakwaters as the tide was coming in, or run up the sea wall in our plimsolls.
Mrs S J Morley