This was taken from Hillsborough, above Ilfracombe. We’d been swimming in the nearby baths – which were great as the water was unusually hot. Most of the swimming baths I used as a kid actively discouraged swimming by making the experience as grim as possible. This included veruca dips, high-diving boards, wearing paisley pyjamas to swim in and being flicked with wet towels.
Oh, and dropping people’s Y-fronts/pants into the little drainage channel in the changing rooms. More of that sort of humiliation in my next short story.
The baths were great but the cafe next door was even better – wonderful cream teas.