After a traditionally hearty Hotel Breakfast (two full-English vegetarians with extra beans and four quadruple-espressos – depression hasn't diminished Wilson's appetite) we set off for the sea front and Weston's Grand Pier.
Weston Pier is unusual in that it still charges admission, but I regard that as an investment – as money well spent.
If a few hours on the slot machines, games and rides don't lift Wilson's spirits, I shall be very surprised.
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