Let’s move to Whitley Bay, Tyne and Wear: it has maintained its pride and beauty

Despite a dose of that dubious urban medicine ‘regeneration’, it seems to be thriving

What’s going for it? The trouble with British seaside resorts, if reports are to be believed, is that they fall into two camps: ruined, despairing and utterly beyond all hope, or Whitstable. If you spend time visiting every prom, pier, amusement arcade, instant doughnut purveyor, rock shop and groyne in the country, as I do (everyone needs a hobby), you will know the truth is more complex. Whitley Bay, for instance, while having suffered the usual despond when we all started jetting off to Benidorm, maintained its pride and, importantly, its beauty. There are few finer, or fresher, walks than along the cliff edge between Tynemouth and St Mary’s lighthouse. The path-cum-prom twists and turns past low, craggy cliffs, soft sands and wild waters on one side, and fine Victorian terraces, pleasant cafes and municipal verges on the other, stopping in for a mooch in the charity shops and independent stores of Park View and finishing up with a crab sarnie at the restored and stupendous Spanish City, of Dire Straits fame (pop culture reference there for the kids). Whitley Bay has had a dose of that dubious urban medicine “regeneration”, but seems to be thriving. Legions of social media executives haven’t downsized here from Jesmond in Newcastle, and you’re not tripping over public art/artists every five metres.

The case against Precious little. It’s a delight. You’ve got to withstand the occasional wind straight outta Siberia, but that goes with the territory.

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Source: the guardian – property
Let’s move to Whitley Bay, Tyne and Wear: it has maintained its pride and beauty