Skegness is special. At the end of the line from the Midlands it sits in its own world on the Lincolnshire coast, 20 years behind the rest of the country. It was off season when I visited and with the tourists still thumbing their Butlins catalogues and dreaming of a week of summer sun, it feels like hard times behind the local’s warm welcome.
The mark of new ideas evident in other seaside towns around Britain is absent here. It is as if the kiss-me-quick hats, pedalos and sticks of rock are kept sacred for returning tourists, like Mum and Dad keeping your Transformers duvet cover washed and ready for your Christmas visit. It is a town that exists to please and for that alone is well worth a visit.
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