Great Yarmouth Pier

To get the holiday off to a good start, I thought we'd go to Great Yarmouth to visit one of its two pleasure piers. 

Between the car park and the pier, Wilson stopped to make one of his traditional holiday purchases: a new bucket and spade set. I've lost count of the number of buckets and spades W must have by now — dozens, at least — but he always has to start each new holiday with a new set.

Once this was done we headed off to the Britannia Pier. Wilson was very keen to know why Great Yarmouth was so called, wondering whether there was another, Not-so-Great Yarmouth somewhere else that perhaps had not two but only half a pier. 

'That must be a hard sell for the Tourism Department,' he mused. 'Come on holiday to Not-so-Great Yarmouth! It's not Great, but it's Okay!' He giggled to himself.

I told him that the only other Yarmouth I knew of in the UK was on the Isle of Wight, and I expected that it was just lovely there but didn't like blowing its own trumpet.