I was thinking we were at the coast. With a beach. And the sea.
We found the beach. Not hard. This was Weston Super-Mare. Miles of the bugger. Sand glorious sand.
But the sea?
I asked a gull.
“Oi! Mate!, where’s the sea?”
He gave me a look. Shrugged, farted.
“It’s up the channel, mate.”
He flew off.
But I did find out that ’Super-Mare’ is Latin for ‘Upon The Sea’.
Which answers the question. The town isn’t by the sea. It is fact, on it.
We had an ice cream. Like you do when you are on the sea.