So imagine my pleasure to find that beds of wild flowers had arrived in this formal setting.
From the gardens steps lead down to the beach
and a walkway beneath the cliffs that takes you into town.
My photo for Friday Skywatch.
The sandstone is soft and has been eroded by wind and waves so that the names and dates carved into the cliff now look like something from antiquity!
The weather in town was rather English summer (dull and damp)
so we went undercover in the small library with its friendly staff. The information there gave us a good idea what to look out for about town.
First of all we went to the church beside the museum to look at the window given by Queen Victoria in memory of her father.
Then to see the house where the royal family were staying when the king became ill.
The Union Jack was flying.
I've just received the following email from my cousin Ralph.
"Tut tut Cuz, it's the Union Flag unless being flown on the jackstaff of a grey funnel liner,i.e. one of Her majesty's RN ships, when at anchor or tied alongside.
Pickey, pickey. That's family for you!
So, the Union Flag was flying!
There were architectural delights to discover all about the town.
But you can see how grey the sky was, no wonder that the deckchairs were still stacked.
There was quite a display of hanging baskets along the seafront
and stiff competition from small cottage gardens.
We stayed in a fairly new addition to a traditional old hotel. The design, I noted in this magazine, is described as 'New England'!
It was a good place to flop after time spent exploring.
Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside.