TS - hellooooo! but I don't think that you understand the concept of going to the beach in the UK. When I was little we would pack toys and a picnic basket into the car, find a beach, wear plenty of clothes because it was probably a bit chilly, get changed under a blanket, go for a very cold swim in the sea, play rounders to warm up again, build a sandcastle, eat the picnic, drink a cup of tea from the thermos flask and go home again.
Not sure these are quite resort hotel style activities.
On reflection though, in 2002, when DH and I first started dating we spent a few days on holiday on cape cod with my mum. I think that they are both saints really to have coped so well. Anyway, one day we went to the beach. We hired bikes and cycled to the first beach, went for a swim, cycled to the second beach, went for a swim and built a sandcastle, cycled to the third beach and then went back to the hostel we were staying in (as I say, my mum is quite a saint as I had booked the hostel and she and I had a bunk bed in a very small hut with 8 other young travellers, one of whom told my mum all about her holiday job in a sex shop). Again not quite a resort style trip.
Although I also suspect that part of the reason for not going on beach holidays when I was young is that my father ALWAYS wears a shirt and tie and my mother can't sit still for more than 5 minutes.
steaknife good to hear from you, lentejaroja hope you feel better soon, sambo303 how sad for your friend. Lots of thoughts. and narizconmocos hello for the middle of the night when you post again!
PS I take no responsibility for any slightly incorrect translations ...