This time of year on a warm, sunny day, the place is usually packed with visitors. There were very few people about today, just a handful of elderly holiday makers and perhaps four or five young families wandering about, all looking rather lost and forlorn. The decline of little seaside towns like Watchet is inevitable in Somerset. The county is run by a crowd of rich old farmers and richer, older fogeys who haven't had a new idea since Armistice Day. There's no shortage of money at the county level.
Trouble is, it's spent on all the wrong things.
Silly road schemes. Backing business and development ventures that are so ill-conceived and poorly founded in reality that they sink into the sand in direct proportion to the public money poured into them. If it were not for good company and glorious sunny weather I could have come away from the place feeling profoundly depressed. Or angry, perhaps. Time we got home, though, I was worn out.