SIDMOUTH city fathers have made sure their seafront has retained all of its Victorian charm. There are no burger bars, gaming machines or any of the other outlets that so often cheapen a place. Not for them the fate of Weymouth or Newquay.

Meanwhile, in Teignmouth, the promenade looks much like it did when the poet Wilfred Owen visited nearly 100 years ago. Some things should never change, and for that we should be thankful.

Much of Britain has forgotten how to eat properly, and the young people of North Tawton are no exception. The town seems to be full of pasty-faced obese teenage girls, half of whom appear to be pushing a pram. Spotty youths wearing baseball caps chew on hamburgers, a mixture of mastication and menace. Narrow your eyes and you could be in Kidderminster.