A sea change
TO those sighing wistfully over travel-insurance clauses and old holiday snaps of safaris or tropical islands, take heart. You may be about to rediscover the glorious British seaside this summer—jam jars full of darting gobies scavenged from rock pools and bee orchids in the sand dunes—but without the privations of the past or bored donkeys. Evocative transport posters illustrate the 1840s to 1960s coastal boom, but the myriad beaches, cliffs, coves, flats and crumbling castles (both sand and stone) of the British Isles have always held an allure, long before even the 1730s, when saltwater swims could ‘cure’ gout and rabies. Dubious medical advice is one facet we’re happy to leave to history, together with those awkward bathing machines—wheeled changing huts, horse-drawn into the waves, allowing ladies in swimwear that would…