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"...some sort of attempt to provide extra weatherproofing during the winter...."
LOL!!! The WINTER!?!?! J.H.C.!! I must inform you, dear readers from sunnier climes, of the weather conditions pertaining in a normal English Summer, ie driving horizonal rain, gale force winds with full ash-cans flying gaily up the seafront at 80mph. Umbrellas torn inside out, saturated old men clinging desperately at 45 degree angles to large and stolid wives, sheets of ice-cold green sea-water full of small creatures being flung hundreds of yards inland. And the stoic, undeafeatable English holidaymakers, determined to enjoy themselves and cowering soaked-but-happy in the little shelters on the Front, saying "Mustn't grumble, it was nice last Wednesday!" I used to love those holidays at Margate or Clacton or Burnham-on-Sea, Dad with a knotted-handkerchief perched on his head, trousers rolled up, smoking a "Woodbine" & day-dreaming of personally castrating Hitler with two bricks. Gran fast-asleep in a deckchair, toothless old mouth gaping and with my sister secretly weaving seaweed into her hair or putting live crabs in her hand-bag, and dear, dear old Ma paddling happy in the surf. All of us anticipating "High Tea" (with "Spam")at the Guest-House. You know the saddest thing about those pictures?, it's the little meter. The site owners will double or treble the price of the electricity for those little 'vans.
Alan
