My first ever solo holiday was here, when I was 17. Booked a self catering room, which turned out to be in someone’s house, top of the stairs, next to their teenage daughter. They really didn’t think that one through. Next trip, I stayed in the Boston Hotel, which had a classic landlady, straight out of Les Dawson. More fun. Hope to get there for a day trip this year, so here’s a blast from the past.